Hindsight

Artificial drafts reveal signs of cold weather inside a box
A body's uncontrollable urge to maintain warmth

A resort to reveal reason
A mind's controllable, yet absent attempt to fight sanity

A magazine of bullets to end unhappiness
Smoke it to the butt, stub the filter.

A cup of warm coffee to add to the concotion , a relatively sober speedball of sorts.

These are the steps of the subtle degeneration of man.

A seemingly endless night of worry and despair
A magazine left empty, the situation sarcastically grins.

Roll over on a bed to watch the room convert into an arsenal.
The gleam of a needle, and the grimace of someone who swore "he'd never".

These are the steps of the subtle degeneration of man.

Dialing solace.

It's set, the orchestral gathering of thoughts.

Goodnight.