Tiny pills and liquid bottles with stickers of drowsy eyes.
Fill my mouth/throat tightens as the bulge of narcotics move
scratchingly down my throat.
i lay there naked on the cold floor.
watchin the hands of the clock tick slowly by.
The wall starts breathing as my eyes roll back to my scull.
Finally the calmness settles in.
All the sounds around me, dull into a slight echo.
i let the numbness kick in.
As i slip into darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem