Waiting For My Fix

Waiting for my fix. Waiting for my fix, my panacea, my bringer of nothingness, Ants crawl over last nights leftover pizza and mess. I sit silently listening to the music of my mind, The days shadows lengthen, more time left behind. Waiting for my fix, forced finality an untimely end, Thirsty for relief from a mind that will not mend. For the soul bereft of joy, sweet silence is sanity, Life is hell when you live in self loathing enmity. Waiting for my fix, blissful darkness will envelop me, Empty pizza box and roaches to keep me company. With nothing but beautiful nothing as my friend, No longer melancholy, my life is at the end. 15/05/2018. Poem about death. This Eternal Sleep. Sponsor Broken Wings