deadly little
pill bottles spinning me round and
round
maniacal laughter claws its way into my ear but
the horrid fantasies
discarded mary janes and suspicious stains
on the carpet
having too much fun feeling the corpse
up
scalpels and needles jamming at
my quivering brain
don't cry out (it's useless)
darkness slithers its way down my throat but it's
welcome there
i hope to god it works
i hope to god it hurts
cause i'm cold and numb and there's nothing
good left in this world
