Steven Buckley - Slow

A ninety four proof suicide
Slow and painfully numb
The poisoned fountain inside
Flowing out a pale blue bottle
Flowing with despair
And only for a moment can it subside
Swimming in the foul weakening heart
Pulling others in

I helped kill my roommate
Led him to the fountain
Let him drink and drink
Smiled
The devil nods and winks
Turned my back
moved on
Tried to feed the lies
By offering my life
As I die I ignore the knife
The blue jeans stained red
All fading to black

Steven Buckley

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