Next Fix

The sun is glaring at me
My stomach's tied in knots
I think I'm supposed to be somewhere
Like always, I forgot
The heat is overwhelming
My forearms itch and burn
Exactly how I landed here
Is impossible to discern
I find my way along a treacherous path
To a room above a bar
It's really only a few steps away
But to me it seems so far
My monkey drags me up the stairs
I finally reach the top
Although my pocket's empty
There's no option, time to cop
I pause before a filthy door
Considering my intent
I'm desperate for another fix
Though every dime's been spent
I raise my fist to knock three times
My knees begin to shake
Hearing footsteps approach, I think
"Some habits are tough to break"
I step into a darkened room
That reeks of smoke and death
The death of a thousand broken dreams
I gag on every breath
The door slams shut, locked up tight
And everyone can see
To offer up the thing I need
For the things they want from me