I pour myself
a glass of
Klonopin water
and chase it down
with a handle of
cheap *****
and a cigarette.
I move slowly
and stand in front
of my bathroom mirror
and watch my eyes
change from
bloodshot
to
blackout
and I ghostwalk
to the bottom
of my mind,
the venom slowly
filling my veins
and I dive deeper
into this hideous
numbness.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
I pour myself
a glass of
Klonopin water
and chase it down
with a handle of
cheap *****
and a cigarette.
I move slowly
and stand in front
of my bathroom mirror
and watch my eyes
change from
bloodshot
to
blackout
and I ghostwalk
to the bottom
of my mind,
the venom slowly
filling my veins
and I dive deeper
into this hideous
numbness.
"And someone will love it because it’s honest,
and someone will hate it because it’s crude"
Request permission to use this poem