the feeling i get when
you ask me to do drugs
and happen to have all
of my favorite ones

the feeling i get when
that girl in my math class
brushes my shoulder as she
looks at me so seductively

the feeling i get when
depression wins a battle
and i use the stainless steel
key to open my tightly sealed veins

the feeling i get while
i view life through the
hole in the hemp noose like
a squirrel in a hollow oak tree