As I lay dying.

I wrote the first half of this poem one night when i was really fucked up. I ended up over dosing.. so i decided to come back and finish it.

Once addicted.
Always addicted.

They tell you can never touch the stuff again.
They tell you what will make you happy.
Even if taking the edge off keeps the
CLICK. CLACK, BOOM.
... away.

One small pill or six..
Can take every painful emotion away.
One more cigarette will help you survive.
Even if it kills you physically.

She tears me down mentally.
So fill this head full of THC,
Shoot up these dried up hungry veins with My heroine..
The b***h that used to be your heroine,
Has turned you into a burning opium fiend.

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Waking up from such a nightmare..
She called me drunk, I was Fucked up.
We said some things.. I said some things.
Some hidden regrets... more than a few lies.

With one goodbye i was popping them all.
I was already rolled out, 4 more wouldnt hurt..

As i lay dying.

2 beats for every 6th of a minuet.
All breathing stops.
Lyrics play: only when the drugs are done. I feel like dying.
My eyes open.

My body is dead.
I finally did it.
I was dying.
I could hear it now.

Everyone at the funeral crying.
I saw the flames engulf my soul.
No pain was felt.

The song plays on.
One little breath to hold on.
My ears go deaf.
And i scream.

Not yet.

----this is where the lights are turned off the musics blasting. awake with glazed over eyes i keep my heart steady trying not to forget to breathe.---


I remembered her at the last moment.
Before i let myself go.
What would she say.
What was she going to think.
of me.. of what i'd done..

Would she call me weak for not being able to hold on.
Would all those long talks be in vain?
How long and how hard would she cry.
My first love and best friend wouldn't get to say goodbye.

Guilt over doses my mind more than the opium codeine in my system.
For every pill there would be a million tears.
Her voice thats so far away was screaming.
Those autumn green eyes would never be the same.

So toss and turn, sit up, smoke a cigarette to keep my heart going.
All night.
Don't forget to breathe.

Just breathe.

Author's Note

This poem is about a few nights ago.. The second half of this poem is the after math. This first part of the poem was written before i OD'd.

Reviews

[Jennika has a short att..]

This poem was a little disturbing, cuz I've only heard about this stuff, never actually read about it and got a vivid mental image bout it, buts me being me likes it.
"2 beats for every 6th of a minuet." :D