My knife cuts me.
I am scarred.
Drip crimson red,
my life is marred.

I was living in color.
Now black and gray.
Fading in violence.
What can I say?

Infected by silence,
deafening pain.
Injecting the needle,
deep in the vein.

Feeling the flow
and gripping the ****
Toes over the corner,
fall to my death.

It was 4 in the morning,
On that rainy October day.
And you came to me.
Told me you had overdosed on ******,
And I didn't know what to feel..
Or what to say..
All the pain I've ever known,
Rushed in at that very moment.
It all seemed unreal.

As you claimed you were dying,
I sat there crying..
Nothing in the world, ever made me feel so much pain.
Then watching the one I love,
Slowly take away their life..
Gasping for air,
You told me this was it..

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the rain.
Trying to put the pieces back together again,
But without you I am not whole..
There is a hole inside of me,
The hole that once took the place of you..

I can't believe it, no this is not true.
You are not gone, you're still here..
Please, I don't want to lose you..
It's all I ever feared.

I will wait for you,
Like I always have.
Because you're the only one I've ever loved,
And you're all I ever had.
Please come back..
I need you..
I love you..
I miss you..

i want to overdoes on you
thats how much i love you

ink is running through my veins            
     your words sink into my skin            
       giving my heart an addictive dose
            words are all it ever took to win
               poetry-anything-even prose
                 every rhyme like *******
                     i swear i'll overdose

A cold October morning,
Treated just like the rest,
The boy awoke nauseous,
With a pain in his chest.

A longing for something,
Far out of his reach,
He settled for darkness,
Brushed red in between.

The pain became pale,
followed next by his skin,
Respiring so slowly,
The lights going dim.

Adrift into nothing,
What feels like a dream,
Is death coming slowly,
A dying brain's final feed.

"Is this what it feels like to be dead, I think I like this feeling"

Awoken abruptly,
Surrounded by fear,
Who are all these people,
and how'd he get here.

Looking up from his back,
A tear falls from her eye,
"Relieved" does her no justice,
For not having to say...

Goodbye..

You're  my soul from another decade
You're my inspiration for another day
You're the rhythm of my paintings
The soul of my canvas
The creativity of my mind
The overdose of my heart
RIP my brother