My knife cuts me.
I am scarred.
Drip crimson red,
my life is marred.
I was living in color.
Now black and gray.
Fading in violence.
What can I say?
Infected by silence,
deafening pain.
Injecting the needle,
deep in the vein.
Feeling the flow
and gripping the meth
Toes over the corner,
fall to my death.