Written Thoughts · April 11, 2019

Dopamine O.D. (part 2)

Door knob turns, i sense a presence
Of a lost connection, reaching out to me
Pain numbed, sedated
Access gained, awakened
My survival skills have not failed me
I get high on my own supply
Nothing to fear
End is near
Only thing i know for sure,
Dude from the back room is watching over me