Till The End
S.Cameron ~98~

Dead, a pile of skinless bones
Rot, the stench so vile seeps
Buried, six feet closer to hell
A tradgedy inflicted upon ones self

Plague, a harrowing disease
Cold, numbess & blistering heat
Pain, so rich and so pure
An end so close but far away

Needles passed around
Protruding the eager skin
Blood recieves a gift
Removed from the now
Smiles from liquid gold
But for how long

A life once filled with joy
Now wilting from one day
A pleasure trip in his veins
Infected blood from the tool

No one could stop his ride
He wanted to fly while on the ground
Pleasure wounds coat his arms
For illusions he lost his life

Needles passed around
Protruding the eager skin
Blood recieves a gift
Removed from the now
Smiles from liquid gold
But for how long

A waste of life and soul
For a trip from reality
Felt good for a while
Now he'll feel pain till the end

The reaper's coming
Vitality leaving his life
His last breath is of sheer terror
His screams forever sealed in a box