



If I die today, will I grip the table- gasping as I try to stay?

Will I slip into the abyss while you sleep three feet away?

I promised you that I would stop. Another lie, another day.

An overdose, a life explored

Death is my comfort

My pain is now yours.

There is some mold building on the windowpane. The streets are calling me back again. If I die in this room, will anyone know my name? Will I be toe tagged Jane Doe- DOA from an overdose. If I settle for a moment, will I slip into darkness. I washed down those pills with Old English. If I light a cigarette to wake myself up will I catch myself on fire on top of this mattress? There are holes in my socks, holes in my jeans. There is a hole in my heart as deep and as wide as the tears that fall on my shoes when I scream. Or at least I thought you heard me cry but it was just a lucid dream.