swallow the bitter pill,

taste the medicine

on the way down.

 

bathe in the grey,

but don’t cry when you drown.

 

one last breath,

it’s not an ultimatum.

 

dance with death,

hum its ghostly rhythm.

 

scream for the thrill,

but don’t wake the town.

 

for it’s not often they stay,

not with you around.

 

face the empty chair,

you know why they’re gone.

 

wave to the air,

you’ve always been withdrawn.

 

meet at the top of the hill,

where the stars meet the ground.

 

you’re one left turn away

from never being found.

 

wish sweet dreams for the moon,

those bed bugs always bite.

 

get well soon,

it’s supposed to rain tonight.