Indepth Look At Nothingness

A poem I wrote while I was detoxing myself of all my addictions.

I choke the old man who calls himself death,
heavens crumble beneath my feet.
I take what I know and make up the rest,
which is alot.

Little personal victories and glories,
fill my thoughts.
While major failures and letdowns,
are my life.

I live aimlessly, drifting on to the next high.
they calm the angst if only for a bit. It's never enough but I continue to search for something that will numb my senses.

Broken needles and dirt fill my veins and frozen thoughts fill my head. I try to decipher it all, figure out what it all means, I can't.

My best friends are booze, smack and cigarettes,
they race each other to see who can
kill me first.
It doesn't matter to me though
because I know that these things
won't be my killer
my fellow man will.