spent

My arm is aching; then there is no mistaking, Give me mine cause I'm tired of waiting. A cough followed with some shaking, now a week long binge I will be taking. I love it and I'm hating it. What is it creating? A total maniac is what it's been making. As I stand staring into the mirror I wonder what the fuck am i saying? I haven't paid any attention, and don't remember when I stopped caring. A break I will be taking, and it won;t be fun changing. My ability to get high is disapating, yet my inner self is dominating. There is still a voice inside scaring me into my own awakening. Until the next relapse, goodbye for now, there will be no more delaying.