Angels Aren't Real
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It was a considerably long pause as you crushed the remains of your cigarette into the overly abused ash tray. "Angels aren't real."
I think there's some point between finally falling asleep after 7 days of tweaking and deeming yourself dead to the world that you realize just how low of a gutter you've sunk to. Or maybe even accepting that beause of this merciless destruction, you will die. But even in a state of being further than gone, you're still too afraid and shamed to face it.
You used to think that you had the life. Wonderland in a sense that reality could be done away with what was in a needle, and it worked til the dosage wasnt enough to make the monsters all go way.
"Maybe we'll be better one day." You choked out between disheartening giggles. "And we'll live forever."
As if it became a mindless compulsion, you took the small lighter lame to a replacement cigarette and picked up where you left off on the last one.
God, you're skinny. "Then everyone will tell you you look better."
I think there's some point between finally falling asleep after 7 days of tweaking and deeming yourself dead to the world that you realize just how low of a gutter you've sunk to. Or maybe even accepting that beause of this merciless destruction, you will die. But even in a state of being further than gone, you're still too afraid and shamed to face it.
You used to think that you had the life. Wonderland in a sense that reality could be done away with what was in a needle, and it worked til the dosage wasnt enough to make the monsters all go way.
"Maybe we'll be better one day." You choked out between disheartening giggles. "And we'll live forever."
As if it became a mindless compulsion, you took the small lighter lame to a replacement cigarette and picked up where you left off on the last one.
God, you're skinny. "Then everyone will tell you you look better."