Here's 3 poems about doing Xanax mostly
I.
See how they fly
Me, how I
die so gracelessly.
Just
smack
the
rhyth
m.
To space,
you see?
I've hacked a mission.
Regardless
I have
to work
on my addiction.
II.
wow.
III.
Oh, my bludgeoning "savior"!
-save me as you
Trudge on
through these leaves.
The Colorful Ones
and all these spaces in between.
Know what I mean?
A hoax 'til death.
I've got the hiccups
and im Hope- {pills] less.
about 6 are left.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
Here's 3 poems about doing Xanax mostly
I.
See how they fly
Me, how I
die so gracelessly.
Just
smack
the
rhyth
m.
To space,
you see?
I've hacked a mission.
Regardless
I have
to work
on my addiction.
II.
wow.
III.
Oh, my bludgeoning "savior"!
-save me as you
Trudge on
through these leaves.
The Colorful Ones
and all these spaces in between.
Know what I mean?
A hoax 'til death.
I've got the hiccups
and im Hope- {pills] less.
about 6 are left.
