You were, for all intents and purposes, walking dead
These pieces of disgusting vomit spewing every which way
Your eyes sunken ghosts of their former selves, an arm so alarmingly unruly it punched everything in near sight – including itself
And not forgetting, never forgetting I
You said that one last reminder and you’d finally find a way, any such way
Pity is the fool for believing you too
You paid with your wedding ring, carelessly bringing the desperate dealer into your own daughter’s home
She having to watch you work your vein into a God awful tizzy – when your face fell away from itself ’til frighteningly getting to bounce about the place all over again
Soothing, so you say
Tell me, when will your addiction ever begin to listen then learn!!?
Because I have a serious feeling you will need to earn it…

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