Slow Poison

The dose I swallow is more
And less than slow poison
The burnt match sticking,
Clinging to every sense

Consuming my being
Regurgitating it out
Soul desperately hanging
Between life and death

So again I reach down
Begging the underground
Asking for small favors
That don’t do the trick

Tell me the better way
A promise you can break
Make it all true for now
Relive what’s got me bent

Seeking truth within
Disgusted by what I find
Screaming remnants of sin
I pray for mercy again

Written with The M...