Constellations vaporize,
and cobwebs
littered with suicidal fireflies
intoxicate my mind.

Midnight's fluorescents
blind red eyes,
as I sleepwalk through the clouds
of a whiskey haze.

Blasting heavy metal
while cutting in the shower-
I sink fast
into quicksand, the black hole
of old habits.

The mirror is fogging up;
my reflection
dances in pixelated waves,
and popping pain pills
kills nostalgia.