Bedtime

Where,

and when did this bloom?

Poisonous bud of self-abhorrence.

With a grotesque and chimerical flourishing.

A sweet-nothing blown into your nose.

Delicate sustenance:

for the beautifully marred and blemished.

Nourish their destitute hearts and minds.

Whose drugs are these?

Possession doesn’t matter,

if you aren’t being detained.

A fervor consumed by MORE.

Blind authority and corrupt administration allowed

one’s age of consent to be regulated

by the thirst for illicit activity.

Health and resolution fell to the wayside,

when abuse, misconduct, and self-desecration stood:

Prominent.

You should get that checked.

Pour forth,

the day’s worth of an empty stomach.

Blood vessels burst from misdeeds and malnutrition.

Last week’s bathwater tasted just as bad through the

syringe.

A passion for nothing:

Indifference on which organs were bubbling,

Which had already shut down.

The absence of coherence allowed you to indulge

your crooked desires.

Palpitations were always the drums to which you

marched.

Change:

is the exchange of overpayment

for drugs.

Change:

Not a desire in her mind.

Real life lost its appeal with the sole bill that

demanded payment:

the lawless with a gun.

When did the hint of normality become so violent?

Dismal, disheartening,

Dejecting.

Farewell means nothing,

You already said it.

To yourself.