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.