You twitch,
On your bed

As you switch,
From the living to the dead.

You start to cry,
With dull screams,

Now say goodbye,
To all your crushed dreams

You contort,
In disgusting ways

Gone: your support,
Here; The end of your days

You regret,
Drinking the vile,

But don’t fret,
You have less than awhile.

Your heart,
Is pumping much too fast.

You knew from the start,
You wouldn’t last.

Your brain,
Starts to melt

It’s more pain,
Than you’ve ever felt

You gasp,
For more air

As you grasp,
And pull out your hair

Your breath,
Leaves you

Your death,
Will be more by few

Because nothing you ever said was true.