peaceful slaughter

Stage 1
Blue pills poppin, surrounding walls bendin
Undulating blurred bent visions...
Smiling without a care

Stage 2
Shots of Smirnoff, numb head sways to and fro
Sweat beading off my forehead, slurred tongue
Drunken anguish

Stage 3
Staring into a reflection of emptiness
Eyes deep in blank and wasted...and reality
subsides with my fading love and pain

Stage 4
Sharp cold steel slithers the thin red line
across my wrist, bursts flowing iniquities...
And it's a plague for the ones I love...

A quiet peaceful slaughter tonight