I often think of dying

The cold is sobering.
I’ve fallen victim to it’s prey.
My limbs are filled with snow,
it’s time for me to go.

I’m high again.
Once I reach the top rung,
I’m going to treat myself
and kiss the gun.

I’d prefer to expire,
when I’m haunted from sleep.
I’m not what you want,
and I won’t ever be.

Maybe I’ll walk the road,
then up the mountainside,
provoke an avalanche
and kiss the sky.

The light is faltering.
Vodka fills my veins.
Tonight I tried to talk to god,
and he said fuck off.

So I’ll drink my demons down
or destroy my health.
You’ve never needed to escape from yourself.

I hope the drugs will drown you out
or take me to a castle of clouds.
Sometimes I’m sure it’d be nice
if I weren’t around.
I’m really losing it now.

I often think of dying

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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