Existent

Addict

I drank in death, between my

bottom lip and inner core 

Black fog tar fill me 

till I can ignore these

flooding thoughts that, impose my mind and

help me close my eyes at night but

never sleep, because unconscious slip

through the intertwining fears that

make me smoke, my self 

to feel an utmost peace beyond these tears 

and, rain gauge to 

collect my sorrows

overflow the rivers that, cascade down my lungs 

froth corrupted chest and

broken back bone 

eclipse around my 

lost soul 

with,

all that night I 

used to know, my 

clouds don't clear, the fume's too strong 

collapse inside my dire, ribs, fall

crash around an empty pulse.