It seeps through my veins, leaving my emotions paralyzed in a state of pleasure. I wonder if this deadly toxin knows the ecstasy that fills my temple with every drop from the needle. This happiness is thin, but I choose to cling to it, to breathe it in, to let it be my core. I don’t dare to look too deep, because I know I’ll only find myself drowning in bitter regret, and the grim dreams that I haunt.

My eyes reflect the room draped in shadows, dripping with a sensual moment that has long since left me with a subtle ache. It’s a discolored memory, but the touch still lingers and sets my heart ablaze with each slowly fading breath.

My time is almost up, as I tuck this heroine next to my heart and dig a grave. One last injection should do it, and then I can lay lifeless, cold and dressed in dripping fate. I always knew I would go this way, my drug as my lover, and my lies as my word.