Purple clouds envelop my face

Drifting into my eyes, drying them out

Temporarily blind to the world, I see clearly inside

My thoughts and my mind

Memories, flashing like a slide-show on speed

Silent but deadly

Shouts and cries, a slap on the ass, brought into this world

Laughter and tears from friendships past

Blood on the carpet, in the tub, on my arm

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down cascades of loneliness and longing

Memories.


All that's left now, is the darkness and me, waging a war

I am breathing, and dying, my vision returns

Staring down a tunnel, as the pale orange dances

at the end of my fingertips

I remember a face, but I can't place

the name


and this is the question that's killing me:

Is that person I see, that monster, that demon,

that pathetic excuse for human existence,

everything wrong that, that face represents,

Is it me?


Plagued by silence, all alone in the dark, as finally, my cigarette burns out