Eating codeine makes me feel doper than dope fiends but it's a pretty dark scene when the sickness sinks sin, sinks BRIMMING with bile, blood and sloe gin.

Pacing dusty corners
Excitable due to MSG and new possibilities of being haunted by old ghosts.
No more static nights of decay and red wine.
Let the aging process slow back down, step in time with younger shoes.
fly like a harpee in her prime your corpse in her claws.

Smile at synchronicity, my most dependable friend bringing disco lights to shadowed space.
Somersault with the punches
Spasm no more