The needle punctured my fleshy bruised skin,
Another missed vein a source of my agony.
Tried yet again and connected for the win,
My perception of now a slow dying reality.
The warmth of a cocktail coursing my veins
My eyes rolling up causing a brain haze.
This of my soul is all that remains,
As heavy and bloodshot my eyes a fixed gaze.
Closer to death's door my guardian awaits
Determining my worthiness at God's Pearly gates
The Grim Reaper too is close by my side
Determining if he will be my guide.
A pounding chest is my reality check
Surrounded by white and halos in sight
My name being called. Mr Beck?Mr.Beck?
“Come on, Come On, You can fight, Fight Fight.”
Chest is pounding and my vision becomes clear
Paramedics overtop of me and lanterns shed lite
Gambling with smack is now something to fear
My final destination I know I must make right
As angels above
Demons below
Send me a dove
This that I know
About the Creator
Vinn Black
Being iny late fifties, and understanding that I may be ADHD, this could explain a lot of my past, past actions and choices. At this point I use AI for focus, clarity and to keep me on track.
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