The Very End Poem by David Longoria

I find a spoon
And hold it over a flame
there’s no one
But myself to blame.
As I stick the needle in my skin,
I feel like
I’ll never win
Empty prescriptions
on the nightstand,
On the carpet of the floor
A few bottles more
These feelings of adrenaline
Fuel more my addiction
But it's gone again too soon,
So I hurry to find again my spoon.
And I know I’ll do it again,
Until the day I reach the very end.