Listlessly they lie, like inanimate objects
unmoved as the dust collects.
Insomniac eyes could never hide the dark circles
of suffering from lack of rest.
After the last deep inhale,
there are no more remnants of euphoria left.
When there is a stagnant silence after heavy breaths,
there is no more ecstasy left.
It can be bought, but agony stalks
after it wears off.
The scars of its heavy price can sometimes be seen
between the webs of the toes and on angular arms.