Will you remember me?

The pill bottle shakes in a pale palm. One, two, three, four more. He blinks a little slower and sways his way down into the pillows. He lets go and all the pain leaves his body. He did this every night and he would do it again in the morning. Pills for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That sweet taste of the Devil's poison for dessert. It was a cycle so blissful for him. Once the pill bottle caps came popping off, it was just beginning. Once his lips hit the bottle and the taste of sweet and burning rum met his tongue, it was over. A rock star and drugs were hand in hand, however the lack of sexual activity bothered him. He was 2/3 of the way to success as a true rock star.