PILLS

PILLS

You wish you’d die on your way to the hospital,

As much as you overdosed it’s quite possible,

Yet somehow amidst the chaos you’re lying there,

A million voices you hear and faint faces in your glare,

Screaming comes from those who love you,

Why is this something you’d put them through?

Your attempt at self-medicating admitted defeat,

The Angel of Death cocks her head and smirks while at your feet,

Her wings begin to flutter,

“It’s not my time” you try to mutter,

But it seems your lips have been sewn shut,

Saint Peter is role calling and it seems you’ve made the cut,

Your blood pressure spikes and then plummets to nothing,

Your body seizes as you hear the sound of the flat line ringing,

All is silent, in complete darkness you find yourself,

Wrapped in her wings, you cry out for help,

Nothing...

But isn’t it something,

Something beyond what words could say,

You, my friend, just died today.

And you thought that you couldn’t go too far with those pills,

You ignorant fool when you take that many, it most certainly kills,

Slowly you begin to come to,

Just your luck, the Angel of Death had mercy on you,

A change must come, a choice must be made,

For somehow you escaped death this day,

No longer can you go about the drugs that pleases,

Either you can live like the devil or hold on to Jesus,

Why, you ask me as to how I know this game is played?

Quite simple my friend, for the exact same reason in a hospital I stayed.

-brad