Dress me in White When I am Dead.

Posted: February 6, 2015 in art, poetry, writing
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Red pills beckoning
Small dose fit for a lightweight
Fever dreams promised.

Kills pain just like M.
Pity I am happiest
When miserable.

Cannot bring myself
To swallow, knowing I will
Only feel sicker;

So low I will hate
Resurfacing ever,
Cold, unhappy hell.

Besides, I do not
Have the money to keep me
Sedated, buried.

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