deathdying meybe the biggest high one can cop
he had a few friends who left
with Heroin
a few friends who died behind the
wheel drunknobody booked on weed shrooms jimson or peyote too many friends off
doctors psychiatrists big Pharma the Street come inside and parked its ass and barked its legitimacy
he staked out a brutal psychiatrist
a knife
to cut his throat an axe to hack off his head and hands
cooler heads prevailednot his some friends who he hadnt grasped the depth
of their caring or love
or why
the psych disappeared one day
it wasnt himit wasnt him
he
wished it was him
1727, Day-between-Two-Ts, 14 10.
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