relapse in an alley
with a face not mine
these veins not mine
6 years afloat
but tonight we drive deep
sirens so familiar
and these lights are in my dreams
i know this child's face
it is my own
"he's barely breathing, heart's barely beating"
i slip away with him
we stumble about with this needle bleeding our desires
his veins pump our blood as we weep inside
feeling this intoxicating warmth enticing us to lie within
but for a moment...i am ripped away
my fate lies awake so i have struggled and climbed to relive this day
i lay down this disease
to claim clarity and life
precious life
i am awake