Raised Trails
I've numbered all my veins
Traced them with a spike
My arms look like the designs
That a snail leaves behind
In the sand
Raised trails that each tell
Their own story
Of being a prisoner to Monoject
Bruised skin and dried blood
Craete a confusing collage
Which resembles
Hell
The infected abcess in the
Bend of my arm that
Begs for heat and attention
Receives only cold neglect
Promises of a new tomorrow
Fade faster than
The setting sun
For another day I inject myself with
Liquid life
So I may continue to breathe
Just long enough
To pray that
Tomorrow never comes
LabRat