Lucky

Sealing gashes with burning ashes.
Turning flaccid from sulfuric acid.
Eating shards of glass for class.
Passing by the pastor last.
Make the conversation fast.
I'm trying to die.

My hands are sifting through sand.
There's been a change of plans.
A shiv made out of cans.
My throat is where it lands.
I'm trying to die.

I'm not suicidal. I'm just trying my luck.
I haven't died, yet. Submerge myself in muck.
I can breathe in the depths of murk.
Getting money without the work.
Rarely do I ever hurt.
I'm really fucking lucky.