Sipping On Straight Chlorine

Sipping on straight chlorine

and I'm not even 21

loaded I'm taking them by the doubles

it started with a 50 mg

to straight up crystallines my g

intoxicated on devil's breath at this point I'm drinking straight up nightshade

i say i won't i say i wont

but i just can't hold myself

back because the more i refrain the higher i

get

on word, oh SPOKEN WORD

POETRY

sucking my body whole

i don't know when i decided to befriend this ink-filled carnivore

soon there won't be any left of me to unwrite no more

i know it because when the hours turn to double d's,

in front of me a marathon runner who just lost their goddamn inhaler,

someone like that can't go on i already know

one day I-t'll just

shut down

Yé one day,

In the middle of my scrawling delirium

manifesting reverberations

from the things flying through your hair

that familial process of burying my own flesh while i decay will get me to hit

a high so high that my body will just outright

die

made my bedsheets into paper so i could write as i lay and yet i

still sleep

with the lights off

i thought it was temporary you know,

but its become something beyond a phase

written itself into my skin my genes

i can't rewrite DNA

last night i dozed off pencil in hand, my tree-made bedsheets

to be sure, i was sleeping as i was writing and then i woke up to find my dreams on led

fucking hell

screaming it was

ecstacy

but my friend holy shit,

i think I'm greying out of reality

writing myself into

lunacy