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.
