A Collection of Words

Misplaced

It's sloshing around my mouth

It's burning my throat
Making its way to my stomach
A familiar feeling administering warmth 

Fallen.

I have a lighter in my pocket
And I light it as my back slides against the brick wall
As I fall to the floor in a fetal position
As I sting my palm on the harsh concrete
As I scold myself for drinking again

Fallen.

I hold the lighter to my face as it burns 
Just long enough to feel the warmth
And the contrast of the warmth and the wind
Soon I won't feel the wind  

The poison administers.

 A rush to my brain that gets me high
That renders me useless as I shatter 
Increasingly aware of how woozy I'm getting
I mindlessly begin to talk to myself

Myself.

A lonely misplaced empty vessel
Looking for attention and fulfilment 
So isolated 
Purpose yet to be found 

I'm melancholy
I'm a thousand souls crying one name
I'm a small vessel filled with fuel
The fuel is uncleanly

Addiction. 

I.