Just thinking about it
Gets me stared.
It’s far worse
Than anything you could ever know
You think I’m sick?
More than likely
There’s no rehab,
No help, no hope for me.
Dig for a vein
One big juicy plump.
Pull it up, rip it out
Just look at the crimson drip.
Gorgeous
Simply wonderful.
Pure
Red is the new white.
Natural
Pulsing through us.
I just can’t stop myself
Tens, hundreds, thousands.
They’re everywhere you can think of
I don’t even wince anymore
Too deep, it hurts to look.
Too beautiful, to look away.
Too crazy, to believe.
Too real, to sink in.
It feels good.
A physical addiction.
Heroine? Smoking? Crank? Maybe crank?
My razor merely laughs.
There’ no comparison,
You just want more.
There’s no stop,
No desire to stop.
Natural High,
Physical addiction.
A twisted reality,
My sick addiction.
To Katie
-A twisted reality, our sick addiction

-Written 12-07-2007.