i'm starting to scrape against the edges of existence feeling the bottom sharp and jagged like i'm part of the emptiness where shadow plays tricks on the eyes and whispers saturate the sound between the breaths. the junkie is inside me I've just learned to refine the taste and control him. What if he's always been been in control the whole time tho?  I am the junkie and have always been a junkie the addiction just shifts target he takes control. I let him control.