The Lions

It’s 8:00pm and it’s getting close to my time.

I look for the timer to ring,

because when that signal sounds

the gates of my arena of addiction fly open

and the lions roar through….

I am excited by the lions

because they need no whip nor chair;

I accept their attack with open arms….

they just need me to twist off a cork

and they can feed on me;

until all is gone…

and I’m consumed

and running alongside them

wild, free, numb and without limits.

When they have satiated themselves

and I have blacked out once again…

they retire to settle in the den of their safety

and I resign myself to another failed kill.