from the second i opened my eyes, you were in my life.
but you are a stranger.
i have never tasted any intoxicated substance on my tongue
nor have i injected such poison inside my veins
but i know them like the back of my hand
they are the half lidded, empty eyes that stare into the television screen
they are the sound of retching echoing across porcelain floors
they are the violent waves of sounds, vibrating and shaking my foundation
they are the sting of leather on naked skin
they are the ringing of a synthetic joy that is laced in laughter, a joy that was once thought to have been the only authenticity of a personality
