slow motion suicideMature

I'm still killing myself
with alcohol & cigarettes -
but it's not so sad
anymore.

I pull the buzz
in while I deprive
the oxygen to my
brain,
pumping noise
into my system
& chugging down
the bitter taste of
youth.

The after taste
of beer & menthol
is enough to make me
cringe-
& I know what
I want, so hand
me another beer.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed