Inside the Tragic Mind of a Serial Addict

Who was there

as life tried to erase me

when the lights went dim,

I wasn’t.

Cultivating years of excess

stimulates a flow of

verbal diarrhea

and mental excrement

to be smeared

upon the walls.

I feel desperation

from being locked

inside this reality

that refutes my existence.

Lost in a mental labyrinth

trying to escape

the redundancy of

this manic continuity.

I’m suffocating

on my twisted thoughts

in this sea of chaos.

My life is a tragedy

wrapped in

yesterday’s trauma.