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Sep 2013
Pills, pills
all shapes and all sizes,
white ones and pink ones,
all full of surprises.
This one to be happy
and that one to sleep.
Another for calmness,
one so I don't weep.
Red ones and blues ones
big ones and small,
I'll mix them together
and have a pill ball.
My minds a bit fuzzy,
I cant think quite straight.
I pour all the pills
on a very big plate.
Swallow them down
with some wine or some beer,
***** or ***, whatever is near.
The tension is leaving
my minds finally clear,
I can finally relax now
the end is quite near.
I awaken to brimstone,
fire and death.
The air is quite acrid,
hard to take a breath.
And now I admire
how far I have fell
Now I'll be your demon
and haunt you from hell.
Laura Stridiron
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Laura Stridiron
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