My Death

How did I perceive my Death?

I used to imagine my Death as:
Laying down eyes closed.
Leather strapped to a limb.
Emotionless face screaming help!
Tears ducts dry as the Sahara Desert.

I do not want to die an addict.

I used to imagine my Death as:
A smile of joy from delusional thoughts.
Skin white ready for the souls exit.
A passage for It to enter and closed off to a point.
The last of my living cells lie motionless in a plunger.

I do not want to die an addict.

F*ck Off Angie