Needle/Skin

Stuck the needle in my skin.
it went in through my veins.
my veins that was full of blood.
blood turning into sleepless desires.
i won't be feeling much more sorrow anymore.

Sniffing the powder from my dad's old coffee table.
i promised him during he was facing the death.
"I Won't Be Like Them".
i said what i did tried what i said.
didn't go as planned now i'm the one to be blamed.
i'm not ashamed. but i'm mostly agitated. 
frustrated. I Speak with my words i say what i feel deep to the soul.
speaking out what can't be heard. I Sniffed more Sad Powder and entered more sleepless desire. Maybe then i could visit you again although it appears not to be on earth. i need to speak these words i feel so you can hear.
Hear Clearly. I Want to say "i'm So very sorry." i couldn't explain through life so i came to visit you in death. my soul that floats next to yours. twirling in circles.. dancing to the never ending melody.