Poison me
So that we can drown
In a toxic bubble
Called fun and parties
And ecstasy
Force liquid burning
Down my throat
Rotting my insides
Because its good
Don't resist
Don't hold back
Don't be a pussy
Don't be weak
Down it quick
Let your mouth be an endless
Chute spilling the happiness
Straight to your rotting liver
Straight to your grey matter
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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