9.7

Body writhing with intoxicants.

This isn't what i wanted.

wheres the escape key?
Backspace.

This goo won't come off.
Techno beats fill my soul.

Whats the cure.
Cottonmouth.

Incorrect.

Daft punk is playing in my house.
Sleep comes easy tonight. Maybe this was needed.
Im out of nicotine.

Someone stoke the fire.

The shits never ending. Ive lost my page.
Tell me what happens next.

I don't know who i am anymore.
Wheres my flashlight?

Dead.

Lucky fuck.

A Stranger in my own skin.

Ive flatlined.