Impossible to forget the first time,
riding so high your heart nearly bursting
with the artificial joy.
You’ll never get that back – it’ll never be the same
no matter how many times you
stab yourself, hurt yourself, debase yourself.
Right now there’s only hunger
and chasing a foggy dream.
There’s only a mist-filled tunnel and
you can’t see the lights bearing down on you.
Small, alone, sweating, cowering on your knees.
Arise, sweet man,
take back your life,
but not for mother or lover; for you.