Poison

In the feathers of my sleep
I wait for you to awaken me.
To draw my eyes open
And long to breathe the breath I breathe.
Because the breath I breathe is like a drug.
The breath I breathe, though, is poison.

I breathe to allow the sick in
To rot my aching bones.
I breathe to blow chaos across the room
While you sit there,
Patiently waiting for me to be though.

In the tandemness of life and death
You ply with me.
But your cry for me has become mute.
You're yell become muddled
Because in my free will
I choose death over life.

Time. After. Fucking. Time.

But it feels so good.
(Why does it feel so good?)
Don't give up on me. I'll try harder.
In the least, I'll try to try harder.

Ha.

Asking for forgiveness this time
seems like a slap in the face.
But please,
Forgive me.