Poem: 1000 pills

note: this is old, but fits good with the times
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Here I lay me down to sleep
A thousand pills my silence.
Words of yours that make me weep
And so I revert to violence.

The world full of disregard
A taint creeping, detroying, mingling.
Sending myself to the early graveyard
These cuts in my wrist still stinging.

Wishing not to be forsaken
Leaving me bound and broken.
I pray it be painless as my soul taken
The gun in my hand smoking.

The hate faced, turning the future rancid
All I hear are your voices ringing.
The pillar I stand upon eaten by acid
The rope around my neck swinging.

A final warning, A Letter of death.
Call it what you wish.
Whispering to you with my final breath,
I did what I thought best.