Morphine Princess

With each and every drip of liquid
that slides down the clear, high pressure tubing into my arm,
flooding my veins and slowly washing away another part of myself,
I can't help but to imagine it would be exactly like this in Hell.
 
Cold, slow moving liquid  
flowing through my body with every dreaded heartbeat.
I can almost feel the "medicine" making a full circle in my bloodstream.
I hate every last drop of this stuff.
 
Every pill swallowed is just another regret
followed immediately with a deathwish.
All just another reminder that I'm a failure even in death
because I'm still alive.
 
There's
just
no
escape.