Overdose

Black as day, like the whitest night

Colors in my soul, I feel them fight

Liquids mix, and it feels so right

Sky meets ground while I choose the light

Scrabbling for air, as my lungs go tight

Oxygen levels drop, and I’m losing all my might

-and I lose-

My very sense of sight

Now I’m falling, blind, and full of fright

And I think, “Will I die this time?”

That’s how I’m found: Lying on my side.

And all is silent while your realization decides:

You’ve watched me die tonight.