The Great OD
One Pill
Two Pills
Three Pills
FOUR.
Ten Pills
Twenty Pills
Fifty Pills
FLOOR.
Fall down-
Hit the gorund.
Eyes they blur,
Can't make out a word.
Spinning in circles
Can't seem to breathe
Legs they are swollen
Feet they feel weak
Laughing and crying
It seems like a joke
Like a game you're not playing
With the clear of the smoke
Reaching for help
Needing a hand
Can't even try
To sit
Or to stand
Falling back down
Breaths become weaker
You're starting to drift
Drift even deeper
Hopsital visit
At four in the 'mourn
Heart it seems broken
Yes, heart it seems torn
Parents-awake!
Daughter is dying...
She's left in a heap
On the floor crying
Carted away-
Strapped to a bed
'You're luck you're still-
Alive and not dead! '
But, it seems like a play
It just doesn't seem real
Yet, it's this pulse that they want
It's this life that they steal
Vials of blood
They seem to take
As smiles and sanity
You continue to fake
Grinning through tears
You try to hide
All of the pain
You hold onto your pride
Regurgitation
Takes over now
Out with the bottle;
Out with it somehow
'Everything will be okay-'
You hear in your sleep
You hear them say
But, then you are choking
And, dreaming and done
And, there just simply is no way
That it's these pills that have won
When you awake
When you come to
The pills are now gone
And, you are once again you
And, the pain it subsides
For merely one day
As you fall to your knees
And you begin to pray
You thank the lord
You're still alive
And, you let out a breath
And, you let out a sigh
As you finally see
You finally realize
That it just simply was not
Your time to die.
© copyright 2002 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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