Realization

Black tendrils
Emitting from these small pills
Draw me in with skill
I fight but they have me pinned
I'm itching in my own skin
It's too containing to be in
My body shakes
There's not enough air in the breaths I take
Heart falters this must be fake
How many pills have I had?
4,5,10? I forgot how to add
My room starts to spin
Looks like the pills win
I'm dying. It finally sinks in.