OVERDOSE

OVERDOSE
It's wrong, yet it feels so right,
Gulping, It burns my throat,
I want to stop. But "No, let's get high !"
My weak eyes gradually close,
But yet I love this feeling I want more.
Very high. I feel like I'm soaring,
No more pain, nor heartbreak.
I start to feel lightheaded,
Like I'm floating in space,
My blood ripples turn into a torrent,
My chest starts to pound,
My heart stops,
And it begins again,
I wake up numb.
I thought I'd be free,
I thought I'd be free from my emotional prison,
But I'm still entangled.
What then will set me free?
Who will?
When?
How?

By: FAKHIR ABOABA