And these pills take me farther now,
Away from my own breath,
My words are choking in my throat,
My thoughts are all a mess,
I feel my heartbeat slowing,
And my vision starts to dim,
I see my life before my eyes,
And then I start to grin,
The world is growing colder now,
I'm leaving it behind,
Just as it has left me here,
As I meet my self demise...
Justin Weist
Copyright ©2007 Justin L Weist
