Overdose
Swallowing down pills of eternal regret,
considering reaching out for Death's fingers
as the substance dissolves into my system,
as the life in me diffuses out of my lungs.
Let's damage your drinker's liver even more,
what does it matter anyway?
Drink away, dear friend - you won't see tomorrow;
drink away, drown in your bloody guilt.
The abhorrent ribbons around the present
pull away slowly, wrapping my throat;
I will soon only be part of the past,
I will soon only be history, unknown.
The packet, it spills,
but there are no longer pills;
my spirit is ready to leave
but, here still, I breathe.
but there are no longer pills;
my spirit is ready to leave
but, here still, I breathe.
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