blood-letting once more;
let's waste a pint or two.
heavenly red roller coasters of
veins and arteries
dilate with nothing more than
the hint of injectable
ecstasy.
pure toxic delicacies line
intestines of precious
wasted years, nothing
accomplished but the faith
of a million highs; followed
evermore with drowned
spirits.
never letting go, yet never
quite in grasp, its a
purgatory at best.