All of life’s ridicule
caught in a tired noose
I seek my veins 
to meet blood so non-blue
He walks on in my shadows
back from the dead in a drink
is it the haze of the pills
or my inability to unthink
Haunting my shadows
ruining my past
he has led me to this place
to sighing my last
What is it to be
a string around the neck
or a knife run in too deep
to celebrate this murder of self respect
Tonight the trigger is friendly
one wound welcomes some more
for in that last moment
his ghost haunts me no more….

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