A Slip

A haze, a fog, or reality's dream
When nothing's quite like what it seems

A clouded mind, distraught, unclear
Too dead to realize, that life's right here

It'd be so simple, a slip of the knife
One lethal motion, to rid of the strife

Or maybe a swallow, of miscounted pills
No more would you feel, life's unending chills

And end to a song, the end came too soon
Perfection gave up, and so did the moon

It all goes away, there's no more to feel
Dreaming, abyss, it's life and death's deal

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