Oxycodone
My body feels light
But
My eyelids are heavy
My throat is tight
And my palms, sweaty.
My heart beats steady
But
Each one could be my last
I can't stay in this reality
I like My world made of glass
Because my baby, Oxycodone
Is an offer I can't pass.
She comforts me at last
And finally I grasp
It's not reality I fear
It's the person
In the mirror.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Oxycodone
My body feels light
But
My eyelids are heavy
My throat is tight
And my palms, sweaty.
My heart beats steady
But
Each one could be my last
I can't stay in this reality
I like My world made of glass
Because my baby, Oxycodone
Is an offer I can't pass.
She comforts me at last
And finally I grasp
It's not reality I fear
It's the person
In the mirror.
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