Just a call, need money
can't work, feel lonely.
Pain acute, everlasting.
Fell from grace
Wife may leave me.
Her burden too tall
because of my fall
I’m losing it all
Pain won’t leave.
Encircles its tentacles
of my orbital cavity
distorting my reality
Throbbing, throbbing
stabbing stabbing,
knife-like attack
cutting away my life
Ah the nerve
of trigeminal pain
taking my life
driving me insane
Pushing the pill
tasting the bitter
aftermath of it.
Oxicotin, can’t quit
It’s the only
relief from pain
but its fall
is greater yet.
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