You sit there numb and nervous from unnecessary narcotics,
losing feeling of your body yet you move like you're on fire.
With each violent twitch comes a more comfortable comatose.
Letters jumbled,
you type as you are speaking,
mumbled.
Behind a dimly lit phone screen I watch you slip away.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
You sit there numb and nervous from unnecessary narcotics,
losing feeling of your body yet you move like you're on fire.
With each violent twitch comes a more comfortable comatose.
Letters jumbled,
you type as you are speaking,
mumbled.
Behind a dimly lit phone screen I watch you slip away.
About an old friend that I lost to a drug addiction
