He takes a sip of his toxic drink
He didn’t have much time to think
Poison rushing through his veins
Death was nothing but a game
When the poison reached his cells
They started to shrink, he couldn’t tell
His breathing becomes really fast
Many minutes began to pass
His heart was slowly going to fail
He sees his skin, fade to pale
One glance over at his poisonous cup
In this game called life, he had no luck
Just one drink was the end of him
He closes his eyes as the light goes dim
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