Lost Poems

Milk

My head hurts
There's so much pain
Please help me overcome this lain
It's killing my brain
I'm going insane

I want to stop but the drug has
Taken over
The flash of my past is clover
I can only see white like the milk
That's spilling in my head
I'm not dead yet but the due date
Is close...it's inevitable it's fate

I can't freeze time
It will make it cold
Then I will grow tired of it
It's getting old

So I drink and drink
Consume every link
That's connects itself
To my gradual sink