Voices say you’re addicted to opiates, that you did Krokodil in Australia.
That I walked past you that one day on the train.
They say that was you.
But what the fuck do I know?
All I know is you have every avenue to contact me and you still don’t.
That’s reality.
Edit:
Voices say your skin is necrotic.
That you were being fucked in the ass at some concert.