Left

Stoned,
Drunk,
lungs fogged with smoke,
an eerie chill overcomes.

The sounds grow stronger,
till they recede,
and I am left wondering,
were the sounds in my head?

Unaware, numb,
life is a nuisance.

A shallow voice calls,
and I listen,
knelt to its command,
given.

My sanity,
my fear,
my decadence,
is near.

I, and the vacuum knows,
how my innards burn,
the evil is in me,
and the wheel will never turn.

Loyal as a castrated bull,
frozen as a wingless bird,
the carcass of freedom shouts,
the fuel I will never earn.