Monday bloody Monday.

Monday bloody Monday.
sneak.

Sunday morning detox.
This could take a week.
Another pint of water,
another chance to sneak -
into the darkened chasm -
of my dehydrated mind.
Flashbacks of depravity.
The night I left behind.
A rigor-mortise smile,
on a disappointed face.
Painting the illusion -
of serenity and grace.
Another week to slaughter.
The dread of Monday mourn.
Hiding in the shadows -
of apocalyptic dawn.
Where tantalising toxins,
delinquent in their aim,
provide the medication.
Dumfounding every pain.
And all I have is nothing -
but a fear tinged with dread.
A phobic-poet casualty -
that's longing for his bed.
Monday bloody Monday.
I'll face you in a haze.
Surrendered desperation.
These arms too weak to raise.

sneak