Monster

My arm
the needle
my hand
the tight elastic band
my eyes..
lose focus
the craving takes a hold
hands shake
hearts start to quake
needle
i
need
please
just
a
little
i need
the
needle
blood shot eyes
lips turn blue and cold
needle
shaking hands bring it up
needle
i need
the
needle
one small dose
not enough
hand steadies
breath calms
a bigger injection
calms the nerves
tracks run
up my arm
almost a picture
beautiful...
ugly...
hate..
scarred...
it's everything
i sit with the
poisen in my veins
calm..
but not healed
elastic snaps
needle
falls
cold
lips quiver
still unfocused
but now uncaring
i feel..