Aenigma

Anatomical Anarchy

Alchohol

Wish I could bleed it off or piss it out

but even my liver couldn't filter my agony

nor can my kidneys cleanse me from my sins

and no matter how many bottles of poison I drink

it couldn't kill enough of my dying insides

nor excrete the desolating anguish out of me

but I kept drinking,

my daily medicine

for my everyday curse

Gambling

If life and death were the sides of the coin,

then each second I must've been gambling my breath

upon a dysfunctional wheel of fortune

and a deck of burning cards.

For every moment that passes,

slowly;

my luck crumbles.

Drugs

Dear my sanity— drag me away

from these demented delusions dissolving my reason—

sending quivers down my every limb.

Each of my thoughts smells— sniffs for its scent

flowing adrenaline through my veins

with my own skeleton's rattling out of my very flesh.

Struck to the bone at the moment of withered delight—

vibrating my senses,

relentless.

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