I was too scared to get my fix
But I needed it like all persons need oxygen
My drug was essentially an air to me
In my second home with a familiar smell
Too weak and sedated from the last dose
A figure who looked like an angel in the light coming from the dim, flickering fluorescent kitchen light
Came to wrap my bicep up, and inject me with my death
Swaddled in a nest of blankets and pillows and surrounded with buckets of vomit, burnt spoons, packets of syringes
People lined the floor in near empty bodies
I am too scared to know why I came out of it alive
