Still Life


I have forgotten who I am
Swallowing the quilt and pain
Laying in my bed, with blood pouring from my veins
I cannot even cry
I've used my tears to write this, that floats in my blood blended with Cognac and variety of pills
People looked upon me with hate and disgust
What have I committed to make you mock me?
I am almost near the very end
My breathing has slowed
My memories cares not to appear
Who would want to remember a life such as mines
Free me, Free me
I lay still now


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