For a lot of those people it was the drugs, then the depression. Then a different type of drugs to cure that. For me it was the fuzzy peace of drugs that took away the pain, at least temporarily. "That's a short cut to addiction..." she said, winking a heavily lashed eye.
But everything in that life was addictive, certainly...
Cigarettes & death, empty threats. Wasted youth & late night bets. Bets you lose & the women you choose; to devour your soul while you try to prove. Something more, a late night whore. Never stopped creeping out that door. Shut doors, alone. Her lonely throne. As she slowly fades, into bone.
and back at home she went out in the city and had too many drinks. she danced all night and saw stars in the air. glitter, magic things. she had arms draped around her and numerals were sprinkled throughout the evening. men men men. the night was alive, pumping like an organ. but all the magic dissolved when he told her his name.