by Nick Gisburne
The poison is more potent than you think
Your death will come in minutes, nothing more
What part of life’s illusion made you drink?
What pulled you from the people you adore?
They hurry, demons, draining from your soul
Returning you to purity and peace
But emptiness will never make you whole
In death there is no rescue, no release
The pain you seek to banish from your mind
Will find another sacrificial host
The body and the bones you leave behind
Will crush the hearts of those you love the most
You never took the time to say goodbye
Tormented, they will always wonder why
