Jayden

Who am I behind these darkened lenses?

Am I the conscientious agent,
the fibbie profiler?

Am I the pathetic addict,
a small blue vial acting as my lifeline?

Maybe I am neither.

Maybe I am just a man,
no extraordinary tale, no life of glory.

My body screams,
"Just one more hit".

No turning back,
standing on the edge of oblivion.

This is my redemption,
a small blue vial circling the toilet.