sleepy

 
corrupted rhythm I can't get out of this thought process
insidious need calls, and I want to get high
scary visions haunt in dreams I do

succumbing to my crave
sleepily crawling through each day
It is with no small effort I obstain

sulking while everyone talks fast
appeasing their demons
while mine starve

Deadly last rites, should I fold
They'll bury me in shame
But what a way to go

The autopsy will read her heart explode
no one would weep after all it was my own damn fault
So I stay clean, lamenting the speed
That kept me animated for years

while dying all the still
resist the urge to inflict more damage
a bitter pill