worrying of a brain hemorrhage from illicit
things or prescribed demons,
a coronary on the verge of happening,
a massive overdose just waiting,
a psychiatrist not really solving,

friends, saying take this
pharmacists street and legal,
medicate your will into a blue green tired
witching siren screaming into wigging violence

take smoke shoot **** hit bang wig go off get on get off
you think for ten minutes slow decay fast death worlds fall around you,
no outlets, no day sleep until you take somethings,
drink gin fall in your puke smile
never
again.