crash and burn
the heroin dripping from his veins
mouth parted just so
his skin a pastey white
how long did he lay here?
an hour? a day?
overlooked, his body but an ant
insignificant
crushed underneath the weight of
his insecurities
his flesh marked with masochism
ripped and torn open
fine red sticking to the wounds
crash and burn
dissipate
and waste away
but don't forget to think about what you're wasting