with a tear in my eye
woke up on the edge
of the world watching
the sunrise with a tear
in my eye
every magical moment
of my adult life has been
spent alone
unless i’m going to count
all these bottles as the
friends that would never
leave me
it’s the quiet nights
the nights where the pain
cuts a little deeper
where i wonder how long
it is going to take to find
my body
when you slip through
the cracks there are no
calls to the police for
them to check on you
i’d love to move to
someplace where
i could die alone
just the casual sound
of water as i drift away
ashes spread along
some coast i never
got to enjoy
i’m sure the poems will
be good enough to help
start a fire
Horror Sleaze Trash 
Its emotional good work Campbell
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