Is there a rhyme to this?
Falling into Theta
With the taste of Xanax in my throat?
I just need another smoke.
I don’t know what I want anymore,
I barely remember my name some days.
Still I’ll stress over the small things.
I’ll still worry about the evanescent manner of your affection,
The calories in my dinner,
The increased rate of my suicidal ideations.
Shit, did I just miss my exit?
Someday I’ll reach the shore,
Maybe drown myself in the ocean,
And embrace the cold embrace of the winter tide.
But that’s thinking too far down the road,
Right now, I’ve just got to get home
Where there’s still scotch in the bottle.
Dcid Corvid 