Echos of another time

Here I am, back again, where I was before.

If I made a different choice, all this would be uncalled-for

Things can be so terrible, only this can make it bearable.

Only way to calm the mayhem.

I could throw these drugs away,

I just don't want to waste them

Same old places, hungry faces, furtive glances in secret places.

Seeking pleasure in loveless embraces.

I left my repertoire, ajar.

Things are now a bit bizarre and

I don't want to face them.

I could throw these drugs away,

I just don't want to waste them

What time is it? What day is it?

Does anybody know the date?

There are some things I have to do,

I know I can't be late.

I think it's time to take a break.

(I think that last hit was a mistake)

How many days have I been awake?

All I wanted was to taste them.

I could throw these drugs away,

I just don't want to waste them

Mind ablaze, seeing things edgeways,

going through a paranoid phase,

am I going crazy?

My brain feels like a pound of cheese and

my vision's getting hazy.

I fear I may have lost my touch.

Perhaps I may have bought too much.

I can feel the pressure

building on my brainstem

I could throw these drugs away,

I...just...don't...want...to waste them