I have long done the drowner's dance in a life
Short lived, but full
Scratching at my eyeballs for air and surface
But succumbing to the bottom's pull
I have been forever delving deeper into a dark
Black abysmal pit
Always, above and beyond anything else,
Trying to push my limits
Sucking smoke through straws as air
And popping candied pills
And lining the hole that will be my grave
With alcoholic stills
This is merely a reflection meant
For myself; a private mirror
In which to view my torpedo life and think:
"What the hell am I doing here?"
For surely there's an ambulence
That came to take me away
Or a reaper, who's all bones and scythe
That cut my bones to frays
But then I have to stop and think
If life is what most think
Delicate as a bud on a rose
Then I must always be on the brink
And if I should fall into that earth
And they cram me in that hole
I hope you will not mourn for me
For I realize that has always been where I must someday go.
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