The Last Hit Poem by J.T. Solomon

I sit alone in my room,
Crying and weeping,

The presence of death is slowly creeping,
He wants to take me away, to my eternal doom,

My release, my only drug feels so close,
It comes in a sleek metallic form,

Taking it soon will help me transform,
Oh, how I love the feeling of every single dose,

I cry for help, but only the devil responds,
My blade is the only one, who comforts me,

This dark person is someone I hate to be,
I’m all alone because I have broken sacred bonds,

My life will all end in a deep dark pit,
My life will all end right after I take that last hit.