one shot and drop

       
       
    they've overly romanticized it in movies-like the perfect idealized mistress pulled from ones' imagination; drop dead gorgeous-pun intended; before her kiss of death she whispers,"baby life is a sickness...."      
       
    sending one from an euphoric merciful high-to a peaceful drift into darkness-or perhaps a new light-but only this time-one that's peacefully genuious....no more blurred lines and manipulative plays on the mind....      
       
  death was always the saving grace from these illusionary confines; slipped away into peaceful instant flight-the ideal kind....      
       
   tomorrow's tormoil forevermore left behind.... til then, one continues to painfully drown-sinking into deep ocean every sunrise-wide eyed while still so called being "alive"....