I'm still kicking myself for wandering

I'm still wandering to far

and I don't know where I am

and I don't want directions

still accepting where we stand

sill drowning in this ocean

my past pulling me under

while your pushing me further out

 and I hope I'm not to far gone now...

I roll around the ruin

foaming at the mouth

teething on insanity

and sipping on self destruction

like It's my morning coffee. 

Hyper sexed and under drugged

Laying here in the ash

My body pale, hot, and moistened

what arduous task it is

detoxing from this poison.