Old Habits

May 3, 2018

An unintended purge

spirals into another episode of relapse,

bringing mind-controlling panic.

The Pop can’t fix me:

not a pipe,

nor a pill-

but maybe a pistol,

it could help.

Yet,

there is no plan that can be perfected.

Nothing is a hundred percent,

everything comes at a price.

I can never prepare

for the end-

for the sweet release of death.






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