Intoxication

Dull dimmed reddened eyes
Filled with tears from soft demise
Needles tear through unbroken skin
On verge on edge on creeping limb
Shatter strike and minds slivered whole
Trigger flip with black wall unrolled
Splatter the night with flash and blast
Blink and wink from barrels vast

Empty... Empty... Where's my fill
No more help from substance mill
Turn press pumping sell my fix
Churn and burn till I reach the Styx
Forged from fear and sorrow grown
Taken hold and still unknown
Looking up at heaven's gate
Long sigh, resigned... not my fate