8/5/98
swallowing death
a bottle of pain
a bottle of potion
a bottle of poison
an exit of devotion
filled with capsules
filled with death
filled with grief
filled with shallow breaths
one swallow for life
another for me
one more handful to go
six feet under that i can't see
the pain, the suffering
the fights, the heartache
bad outweighs good
one more promise to break
when my skin drains
when my heart dies
when my chest falls one last time
will you be there to close my eyes?
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