The Monster is Eating my Dreams

So what if once I used to have dreams?
It was only silly lipgloss I used to bleed.
Now it all runs deep.
My pain. This prison I have locked myself into.
I scream, this monster inside
My captor.
I'm hostage to a liquid.
A monster full of sex. Love. Passion. Happiness.
This monster
With an awful comedown. A tight bandage mark
Scars my once tender arm.
Now so full, of purple scabs.

I cant find room anymore.
My whole body is one huge sore.
Every piece of my skin has been jabbed
Every inch of my soul has been eaten up

This monster hides under my bed
As soon as I shut my lids he stares
He calls. He sends this chill through my veins
And once again, the syringe calls my name.

So what if once I was full of dreams?
I lost them when I gave myself this jab.
It gave me more hope and feeling
Then life could ever have.

And maybe it's the heroin talking.
It must be.
Cause once.
I was full of dreams.