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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