Hazy half-light mornings interspersed with giddy sleep Silent showers and quick grooming Breakfast maybe, chores and work and walking in my slippers. Afternoons tense with labor and stress Broken up by slow-falling meditative mind rain And usually Fall Out Boy in my ears. Quickdark evenings. No light. Demons aren't occupied with being scared of being burned. Staying up until god only knows and then some Laying in the dark and feeling panic Ice bones, fire veins, a noose around my throat And not even in a **** way. Shaking, teeth chatter, eyes roll, spin, turn, off the bed. Sit on the floor. Lay down. Room's spinning. Stumble to the dresser. Grab the cure. Illegal cure, no one knows anymore. Dulled by use, old when taken, press harder. Crimson bubbles, drips, rolls and stains. Demons lap it up, whisper thanks, leave. Sun comes up, lay in the half light. Fall asleep giddy with pain.