Pump me full of chemicals
Watch me spit up my guts
Dark ages here in the future
Bloodletting to save us
I want you to watch me die
Not of old age or violent end
I want you to witness a show
An inevitable departure of friends
Death of a sort not heralded
in books or plays with dramatic twists
but of a sort ignored in print
with an ending quietly, tragically quick
Holding my hand
Squeezing my dick
Whispers brushing my ear
Your love in iambic
Given at last
with no real commitment
a salve for wounds
you previously burned in my skin
