Painkillers And Cigarette Ash Poem by Jeremy Willson

Stale smoke fills the room, vomit seeping into the carpet
Laying there wishing the fly's would leave me alone
It stares at me with it's million eyes
It's furry texture intrigues as I blackout
I awake gasping for air and choking on my own blood
Have I not destroyed myself enough?
Nothing makes the feelings go away
The pain cuts to the core like a razor
When will it ever stop?
Lighter flint flickers sparks
lighting up the semi dark
Exposing the filth of my room and my heart