Thursday, 05 March 2009
One bitter pill down, two more to go;
Smiling through this charade, my show,
Dancing in the limelight under their eye's glow-
Take a deep breath before I sink undertow.
Another pill down, one left to swallow;
Bathing in blood, misery's here to wallow,
Carving this hole deeper until I'm hollow.
Third pill down, nothing left to do but wait;
Sitting with three holes in my head, seething in hate,
The gun lies smoking in my hand - misery's fate.