Rigid Edge Remedy

And there sat, my heart
Clay painted with purple patterns-
Of death dances and butchered babies
With tears of explanations,
Imagination- my mind was…
Fading.

And staring, were my eyes
I could see me, blindly panicking
The cords twisted and tangled with claret
I could not see it was blood and veined
My hands grasped on the round object
Quickly cooling, shedding melody-
Drying.

Gas filled the air, it was my sorrow
I could see the array of vermilion and peach
They smelt stale, not sweet, like flour
Before soon, I forgot how to inhale
Clods infused and wheezed my arteries
Unjustly, I flapped for a life source-
Loosing.

And then came, the vomit
My mouth tasted like an acidic monsoon
Interjecting a tongue of words that were foul
My glands were crying with horror
I dropped, eyeless, heartless, breathless
I was consumed in a pool of sully
Slowly sleeping, strengthening heaven-
Idling.

And then I could see, my killer
He was not but 15, watching with a giggle
Eyes of large black bullets, a grin of insanity
My best friend, consumed by ecstasy
Gulping more illegal substances
That which he injected me-
Into a peace less, painful slumber
That will not evolve.
Dying.