Until It Kills You

she lays there,
ashes in her hair,
sex in the air.

he's here,
sighing in her ear,
craving a beer.

they're around,
pulling weed from the ground,
paradise bound.

pill after pill,
they make her ill,
gives him a thrill.

waking up beside death,
bile on her breath,
too much meth.

when does it end,
this endless trend,
the unfaithful friend.

"when we're dead,"
he said.