the booze was bad enough, man,
had me stumbling through shadows,
but the coke and mushrooms, they
took me to another fucked-up
realm where reality bleeds out,
where neon demons danced—
they whispered lies I believed,
turned me inside out, grinning.
I should have stayed with the bottle,
that familiar friend at least,
the devil I knew, my old
companion in sorrow’s soiree,
but I went sniffing, chomping—
searching for some other escape,
some new high to obliterate,
and I found only chaos, void.
my heartbeat became a drumline,
hammering out my regrets—boom,
boom—each thud a reminder,
lungs gasping for normalcy,
but there was none to be found,
just empty promises and pain,
a night gone wrong, night\'s alchemy,
refreshing only in its cruelty.