The Morbid Thrill

With every beat
And every breath,
My body succumbs
To this bitter death.
When the clock’s hands stumble,
Stutter and still,
My life slips away,
My demise a morbid thrill.

All memories flash
Before my eyes,
The laughter, the love,
And all of the lies.
But most of all
I’m filled with shame.
These maddening images
Are all to blame.

My body was infested
With pain and melancholy,
The most comforting cocktail
I found in my glorious folly.
A defence I put up
When times became tough,
Was to disregard their words
Until I finally had enough.

A couple scars up
And a few pills down,
When darkness descended,
I wore it proudly as my crown.
As the minutes ticked by
And the numbness began,
The knowledge of dying
Helped conclude the whole plan.

And as my fading eyes
Softly fluttered shut,
I felt all my worries
Release from my gut.
With no more tomorrow
And no later today,
I finally found peace,
Knowing it all would be okay.