Cold Diet Coke Administered intravenously Injected into my veins And fueling my anxiety. First, it was only a few Drops to keep me ready, But now it's full gallons And even that's not quenching.
People always ask me, "Why push milligrams and ounces Of cold Diet Coke? It'll make you choke. After time, you'll croak. You're such a stupid bloke, Pushing Diet Coke."
To this I have to say that you Are quite mistaken, sir. I only do it because I am Addicted to the tiny bubbles In my fizzy bloodstream. I know it's very dangerous, But I haven't died quite yet. I might just try some other kind To fix my upset stomach.
"Zero calorie soda, Amazing as it is, Though it tastes delicious to you, Isn't healthy food. It's gonna cause an issue. You're still depressed and blue. Your face is green in hue."
Again I must say you lie To steal my fleeting happiness. I need the drip, drip, dropping through My swiftly closing arteries. I don't have much time left, And I'm at Death's bright doorstep. I'm taking my final breaths, And I'm on my deathbed.
I just want to tell you You made me do this. It's your fault. You're to blame. Yours is the shame.
You outlive yet another son. You could've saved this one. My chances are slim to none. I approach the glistening sun As the fungus and rot outrun The weight of death o'er a ton.
at the end of the afterlife, when the dust finally settles, she climbs into a warm bed made of soft, wispy clouds, listening to lilting melodies, from her childhood memories, falling into a peaceful slumber.
To be so free, yet feel confined With no distractions To **** my mind – Alone in thoughts That steal my sleep. A mind that echoes With deathly shrieks. And from my bed, The sun ascends – As I fear the night again.