Addiction

It's 6am and you're coming down and the guilt sets in as your senses deplete and your swinging at the park listening to music so loud that your ears are bleeding to drown out the sorrow felt inside. You've done this to yourself again. Though you lean back with a grin because you've learned to channel that energy into the emotions of your songs and as the day breaks you realize it's time for home as one too many people walk their dogs and wonder what the fuck you're doing there. You don't belong here, with the living. Satan's birds gawk at you and the dogs and their walkers smell the death that trails behind your dragging feet; which barely make it up the steps to your bed where you'll lie awake and think about how you know this won't be the last time.