A puff, and a gulp.
Again and again.
This is the ritual I have to perform
To escape the twilight encroaching
On my fragmenting mind.

My pupils are discs,
While inferences are humming,
All the while my anxiety
Has me in a choke hold.
I stand up, look down
And from this vantage see
Without a trace of doubt
Myself lying broken
At the base of oblivion

A puff, and a gulp.
Trying my damnedest
To banish my...