The last of the bitter liquid drips down my throat,
My body sinks, my mind begins to float,
Blurry images fill up my brain,
As my soul begins to feel insane.
My pupils shrink, my vision becomes dim,
My ears become full, expressions grim,
My neck turns hard, nerves taut,
Lost for words, lost in thought.
My past floods my mind in a trice,
Wetting my already red eyes,
My heart beats faster in troubled emotion,
While the liquid acts, stagnating my motion.
Slowly but surely, I sink deeper and deeper,
In trance, I clutch my chair like a creeper,
My eyes close, my mind in fleeting elation,
As I die of subtle suicidal intoxication.
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