The End
Lying supine on a pee-stained mattress,
wrappers from last week's candy surround,
ash cans littering the room overflow with butts and crumbled tissues.
He weeps.
Curled in a ball, knees cradled in his arms,
the smell of vomit and sweat thickens the air,
windows painted black create permanent night.
He laughs.
Needle dangling from a collapsed vein,
rubber tourniquet tightening circulation,
euphoria washes through his mind, body and soul.
He dies.
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