Spit your black gut out
Slow suicide, years of waiting
Waiting the body to give in
Your home, your bed, your grave

How many dark hours before the dawn

The light at the end of the never ending sleep
Is the life you wanted to be over
Daily dose prolong the wait
Glide away without dignity

Under wrong stars...

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