Care - ful
Did ya take your meds?
Cause I don't want you to die
woman on the cell line asked
silence was replied
Pills spread on purple carpet
Eye lids open, close and cry
light entering and exiting
A life that felt like a lie
Black strap epoxy oozed in
filling cracks to scrape by
everyday in dull gray
coloring book pacifier
No search for sensation
In the neutrality of numb
No repreieve, no moon, no sun
Coming down from a near overdose
"I'll be right over, I'm nearby,"
said the careful woman on the line
In that moment, evil thoughts
I'm deserving of the pain I've fraught
It all aims inward like demonic needles
malevolent day alptraums feed ills
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