Buy to Die
Late night wanders to the local station
You wrap your arms around you like a snake.
No one there to hold a conversation,
Shadowed eyes start looking a bit opaque.
Could be compared to your soul I believe.
Absence of life and merely just a limb,
The scars of lover's passed under your sleeve,
He drove off the bridge on a sudden whim.
Ripped from your grip without a warning sign,
You pull a blank when others ask you, "Why?".
You have no answers. Nothing will align.
You walk to that station without the guy.
Hand gripped around the bottle of white pills,
Cashier is unaware that his sale kills.
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