Death Feels so Warm Coming from you.
It Gently Touches My chin and My Cheeks.
And Feels Warmer that Any hug or Caress I Have Ever Had.
Then is rest, Floating without Caring into Nothingness.
Like being in a warm pool of water by yourself.
With only your thoughts stopping you from greatness.
The doctor said you were a bit too anxious.
Had to prescribe you with benzodrines.
After a nervous breakdown caused by alcohol withdrawal syndrome.
I saw life like I saw a steak, fibers interlacing with tissue and bone.
Dirt in the ground filled with minerals to have vegetable life to live in.
To Serve as food.
For Our Food, For Your Food.
It's 4:20 am in the Morning, Like it always is.
I don't want to go But ill Leave you with this.
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