Just wrote this one on the spot. Feedback welcome as always.
The addict slaps his vein
over and over again-
furiously and ravenously-
to rid himself of the itch he’s felt all day.
The orgy of shapes and sounds before him
twist and gyrate with merciless abandon,
sucking him deeper and deeper into the pit,
draining him of his pride and shattering his will.
The addict desperately reaches for a ledge
on his umpteenth attempt to escape the pit;
anything out there
that could serve as a viable alternative will do.
But just as he feels he’s reached the event horizon
he is sucked in once more
and falls helplessly on his back,
crushed by the combined weight of guilt and addiction.
He laments this newest addition to his collection of failures
and returns to his maudlin routine and perverse spectacles.
But then he rises once more to best the pit,
refusing to yield and crumble
under the weight of guilt and addiction.