Imagine Death

blunt blade hacks limbs
seared cuts dried blood
now rest in the threads
of my jeans

tortured soul inching
toward that pistol seeking
craving the bang

and bright lights
euphoric elevation
on this cloud
of final relaxation

stuck in contemplation
dwelling in the temptress
of my own demise
despising this life

every time I swallow
memories of forgotten dreams
singling out those things
that beggars pray for

I’m dying
slow, tragic, envious
for they have a dream
I’m just a shell bleeding


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