Hemlock Like This by Arsonists Get All The Girls
I'm dry mouthed and wide eyed
my liver starts to pulsate
it feels like blades have internal reckoning
a mass confusion of sorts springs
from whence it came gurgling
i have been taken for a fool for the,
the last time
i need oxygen my limbs feel as if
they're icing over
my pulse quickens and is constricting
every reason holds temporary thoughts of it
what I've begun to feel
but my tainted mind has different plans for me
in decision takes seconds off my time
vision turns to red
i stand lurched to one side with
odds against me contemplating
im fading faster after every thought
is registered
I've never choked on a scream
or ever thought i would
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