Maybe I'll Stick With Drugs

I’ll do anything for sleep. Anything. Sometimes I wait incurably, in-bed insane, thinking of all the things I’d do for the sleep curtain to blankly blanket me. Like: blowing my head apart with double-aught buckshot to make a brain-bouquet with memories and future plans blossoming red through the cracks. I’d even let Satan rape me (but only for three seconds).