Hamlet 2014 (5/5/2014)

Again.
    Again I end up on the cold, tile floor.
Warped and Heroin scraping through my ears
     and into my brain.
Clink, fizz,
     another Pacifico Clara cap hits the floor.
Right...more authentic...Cinco de Mayo...
Jitza? I am alone.
No, Why get up?
Indifference, Asleep,
       just me and the half lit carnival lights.
Your face but that's all.
Just enough to nick my heart. 
        Fuck you.
Can't get rid of it.
Peeling at my arteries,
       wearing them thin.
Either I win, 
          or you do.
You don't deserve that satisfaction.
I have to win.
So I think of the strategy.
Another Pacifico.
If only you knew...