Bite down, he says.
It's the opiate.
I open my eyes, and all I can see is just the blinding light.
Time has passed, but how much?
Too much to grasp. I grasp at straws, and draw a blank.
Blank shots fired, my soul is tired...
But I breathe.
Inhale the poison that I'm told I need.
Your truth is bitter, the lies of a quitter
and my heart beats.