your lips were my ambien,
never have i felt so loved -
i saw bright pastel colors,
but now my lights are unplugged -
when you left i crumbled to pieces
put it back together and mailed it to you -
did you receive it..
when you wish to meet ill be there too
to give back some scars and perhaps a bruise

i burned all six sobriety tokens,
and drank a fifth with such a devotion

in search of drugs i asked my pets
but i broke the pipe at their request

i straddle lines of cans and cants
reciting scriptures while doing the demons dance

whats constructive as this,
a kiss destructive as this...

feel no sorrow for me
for tomorrow ill be
a tear that you swallowed -
your sorrow is free
the gun shots the cue
when the bullet reaches my head
my thoughts left me for dead
splattered in red...