Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Lady Morphine

lade morphine, bearer of bad dreams and less pain,
come visit me once more.
i long for your scent to fill my nostrils,
and your skin against mine.
exhale your death into my lungs,
fill me with your essence.
rattle around inside my ribs,
crawl up and down my spine.
seep into my brain,
absorb into each and every cell.
coat the walls of my veins,
end this insurmountable pain.
draw the curtains on my final act,
step back and watch as i fade into the blackness below.

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