more of a swim

the hall was long and yellow, and matt said, "I'm not going with you on some sketchy drug run". He waited outside and I went in, picked up my medicine.
I am so tired and seemingly always withdrawing. Somehow it hurts more and more every day, the less and less i take.
I am riding on the deliberate back of my pony, into the wind.
Matt said " at this point, I don't care who you are at all".
I said that was fine, I just keep gettin colder.
I am so tired, I am taking more.
I am made of marble, taking a swim, more of a swim.
All tis death thinking is hard, too hard.
i aint never had a friend who could believe it.