There’s nothing lonelier
Than doing drugs by yourself
36 lines straight,
Numb from any feeling
Doing it just for the sake of doing it
Detached from reality in an abyss
Of dark malignant bliss
Trying to fill the sinkhole
That craves the desire to consume
More and more of that death row snow
The passage of time has melted away
And although gravity remains
You’re weightless
And void of emotion/dimensions
Just mentally locked in
As your psyche breaks down into
Beautiful fragments
Of unfathomable pleasure