inhale

0

hands fumble for the lighter

gentle sigh of relief

voices discord

knees tense, less

50

an addiction, he says

injection of morphine into the system

eyes clouded, smoke is up

open the roof, let the breeze save you

200

kidnapped and ransomed,

my hands are free, and his are not

i stumble upon him

perhaps to his desperate rescue

but he does not need it

but he does not want it

'i'll stay here' , go on.

500

self-ish destruction, as i watch

and so he falls, falls into absolute oblivion

i didn't know what to say, what can i say?

would he listen? have i tried?

500

helpless.