Funeral Roll Call Poem by Ben Sparaco

With a drug my imagination did create,
I feel my room spinning and a lision was fate,
For my help came to late,
And funeral role call my name was to state,
Hours before in a room with locked doors,
My heart pounding I suddenly hit the floor,
I told my self to stop 'no more',
But the damage hurt and slid to the core,
I'm sorry my life didint last forever,
And that though our love we couldent be together,
And for my life I did love never,
For my note of sorrow I did send her,
People saw me die,
And my body it did lie,
Truly for living I did not try,
So don't be at my final wake and begin to cry,

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