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You'll Die next to that Porcelain Eye

You’re wide-eyed blinking at that wall,

You’re on the other side

You’re still shocked n' pretty shook

thinking that you just can’t die

 

But please don’t be surprised

if the next time

You're staring down

the Sewer’s Porcelain Eye,

The clock strikes 12,

it chimes for midnight

But this time

you don’t make it out alive

 

No resurrections

No second tries

You already used them all up

On the times you OD’ed

All alone on those

Solemn weekday nights

 

So better luck next time

In this game we call life

Because this time

you ****** up;

Made mistakes so bad

even I couldn’t revise

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Written by
volva
19 / F / the Void sometimes CA
Published
May 29, 2019
Lines·Words
24·104
Tags
#drug#abuse#witness#addiction#dope#sober#bathroomstalls#overdose#surreal
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