Morphine Coma
Morphine’s death is coursing through my veins.
It's combating pain that's mine again.
The move, the breath, the twist, or the cough,
I can't pinpoint what has set it off.
The damaged nerves and lack of surgeon's skill,
That searing agony comes at will.
I lay writhing
from the pain.
I'm awaiting morphine to reach my brain.
Morphine coma, come my friend.
I lay waiting for the pain to end.
Morphine coma comes to me.
It's deep and dark...
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Death Angel
My Death Angel dances in my shadow again.
He's been with me so long she's become my best friend,
His boney fingers are smoothly stroking my skin,
He's there to remind me my life someday will end.
I was a just a child, when I first became aware,
After Kennedy was shot, I knew he was there,
I was only five years old but I didn't dare,
Tell anyone he was with me, now I don't care.
The first time I saw him was a crash on my...
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