Pill

drugs are bad :P dying poem

I can feel your move, it's bleeding in me,
seeking, burning, touching, last plea,
breaking, cutting, slicing in me,
running high on pills, you must see,

 

Shaking burn, I feel no pain,
yet running high, I'll go insane,
this pill has got me wrapped around,
and left me crumbled on the ground,

 

they said I'd feel good, feel a rush,
but all's I felt was pure disgust,
I'm sure I'll die, I'll lose my sane,
and left to cry and bleed in vain,

 

I want to breathe, I want to see,
I want to move, to run out free,
it's you, I know, you've got me caught,
stuck in this cage, I'm tied and locked,

 

my timing's run out, one last breath,
you've got me caught on drugs like meth,
I saw you last, you evil pill,
I'm left to feel this seizing thrill.