I imagine watching myself from outside.
An out of body experience.
A merry observer of painful things.
My helpless body, lying on the floor.
A cracked head, like a half-boiled egg.
Watching myself on my driveway,
As life slowly drains away.
A broken neck.
A road once walked; covered with scarlet syrup.
Visualizing myself tumbling down the stairs,
A raggedy doll, embracing gravity; lifeless.
Twisted limbs and a neck.
A detached observer of painful things.
Nothing to lose but debt.
The financial struggle, a reality that lives.
I Sigh loudly as I pen these words.
I am alive, warm breath and feel.
Need to Lie, bury myself deep.
A wish never to see dawn and breath.
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