Junkie Dreams Of Sleep With Alice

I can't seem to sleep.

I can't remember my dreams.

My thoughts have taken their toll,

On my battle with control.

Life is darker than before.

Memories are faded on the bathroom floor.

Junkie fever like Spring and Sex.

Hectic fervor for what comes next.

My body heavy and mind racing.

Spotting trains from the station.

Juniper trees and Jupiter's rings,

Are no longer foreign scenes.

Risen from rubble by a cloudy high.

Governed by drugs consuming my life.

Followed by footsteps I once erased,

Staring a malleable future in the face.

I begin to blame my life astray,

On the synapses in my brain.

It can be nobody's fault but mine.

In taking responsibility, I feel fine.

Chemically induced mind enhancement,

I'm surrounded by a numbing enchantment.

Everything's glowing while people glare,

My beady eyes cause malicious stares.

I begin to lose my ability to care.

No regrets, hope, or false regards to spare.

Slipping through my grip, I release my hold.

Bartering feelings with my mind and soul.

Inducted into the junkie Hall of Fame.

I've begun to play life, like the game.

I'm the Queen of the Kings of Hearts and Habit.

While Alice is busy chasing untimely rabbits.