The Overdose

Poem by: tom mcmullen

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SOME PEOPLE ARE IN A RUSH TO GET TO THE GRAVE!

The Overdose

I tighten

The tourniquet,

The needle's keen

I pray,

Things fall apart

And drift away,

My flesh turns blue

Then grey,

Death comes out

To play,

And to the grave

I go without delay...

Submitted: July 03, 2020

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Derina Peng

Should I give you some first aid handling? Or is it all too late?
Yes, those who do this are heading for their grave in a light-speed rate. Good one.

Sat, July 4th, 2020 2:16am

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Thanks Derina, surprisingly not all do, only the good die young sometimes...

Fri, July 3rd, 2020 9:27pm

88 fingers

The needle and the damage is done.- Neil Young

Sat, July 4th, 2020 2:29am

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Every junkie's just a settin' sun... NeilYoung, thanks for reading 88.

Fri, July 3rd, 2020 9:26pm

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