When you do drugs and get to middle age you lose friends
Dead friends haunt my dreams as creeping spectres
Dead friends are a tragedy of blood
Dead friends are like nails through my limbs
Dead friends are like migraines in my brain
Dead friends are holy to my spirit
Dead friends remind me I am mortal
Dead friends are ripping me apart
Can’t stop thinking about them
Their ghosts howl through my consciousness like harpies
Oscillating upwards from my reptile brain
Ned hung himself after doing speed for two weeks
Doug OD’d on heroin
Michelle died in a diabetic coma
Lee died of a heart attack
Don’t know how Venetta died
So many ghosts encircle me
Grief and sorrow punch a hole through my soul
But I will remember these faithful companions on the road to annihilation
