Escaping myself, I breath deeper, letting the smoke fill my lungs. Begging it to fill my lungs.
Vicodin, vodka, poisoning my blood, poisoning my brain.
Trying desperately to crawl out of my body, to leave it lye, let it fester. A white noise consumes me, lies to me such sweet sounds.
Its like watching teeth come at you. Sharp and white. It reminds me terribly of an old moon.
A pressure beats down on my back, drums. Ancient drums playing an ancient rhythm that brings the rain.