A Satisfying Death
This world is terrifying,
So I sit in the corner with my back against the wall.
The truth is undenying,
But how much farther can a man fall?
The monster underlying;
Today, upon him will I call?
The rush is satisfying,
But will it ever be enough,
To stop my soul from dying?
The chemicals that I so love,
From my hands they are prying,
But I just can't let go.
It's the only love I know.
This life is terrifying,
This life is undenying,
This life is underlying,
But dying is so satisfying.
Jarred Shah
8/26/2020
9:50am
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