Looking Back

Gnashing…

This pain, these pills, the thrashing,

My body hangs, my brain, I feel it scratching.

I journey, jogging a great black road.

I’ve lost breath, I’ve stepped into my soul.

I’ve been ripped from the world of the living.

I’m afraid that I may have slipped, my misgivings.

I look back, I see the eyes roll back.

Nothing but white orbs, crystallized in black.

I’m lost in this pungent, repugnant crime.

I feel my grip slip, it’s only a matter of time.

Come with me, breathe with me.

Stand together, bleed with me.

Experience my soul, bring me more.

I’m just the leftovers, of a poor dead whore.