Morpheus

[vagabond]

Memories -
bottled delusions
tumbling into my blood
down funnels of glass.                 meta for a syringe? the word funnels makes me think of force feeding, good way to allude to addiction.

Their honeycomb doses          
hold hook fittings
and they’re greasy, with ‘Daily’     greasy, first hint to feeling disgusted, besides proving the daily use   
screaming from the label.

I take them; morning morphs to       maybe “another morning morphs to..” and leave “I take them” out.  anyway, great way to describe lost days.
evening, enervated, sleepy,
and you're still                       interesting enjambment, missing someone, trying to forget…   or just the first thoughts of withdrawal
near.

I crave that opiate,                     I think opiate doesn´t need to be mentioned literally, it´s already in the title, maybe just write “I crave you”?.
putrescence slipped into me       maybe try to change putrescence into an adjective to make the last two lines clearer? (well, this is just based on the assumption I understood them right…)
disguised. Then I realize:       maybe better "while I know" instead of "then I realize", since I think most addicts are aware of and disgusted by their addiction all the (sober) time.
You are not  
that I am.              

an intense observation and description, and surreal at the same time with these images and metaphors.