Cherry flavored pain killers, how you tempt me so bad
In your plastic, cylinder container
You sit on that shelf just above the kitchen sink
Taunting me, calling for me
Whispering in my ear “Come, come for me”
A whisper that only i can seem to hear
A whisper so subtle only the sick minded and neglected can understand this strange dialect
You hypnotize me with those reassuring words “You know you want to” you scream as i attempt to resist the urge and walk away with my head lowered to the ground
Cherry flavored pain killers, how you tempt me so bad
In your plastic, cylinder container
You beckon me to open that lid of yours
“Press down then turn” you say “it’s just that easy”
But i have to refuse your spell binding commands for now, it is not my time
Cherry flavored pain killers, how you tempt me so bad
In your plastic, cylinder container
A succubus with lips the color of blood
Take my life slowly as each kiss is planted on my tongue
A kiss so soft, so sweet
Almost like cherry’s
These cherry flavored pain killers, kill me so good.
Been depressed lately so i wrote a poem about the pills i took today, i didn’t take enough to kill me though because frankly i don’t want to die yet.
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I can see how cherry flavored pain killers could tempt you. I was even just ready it 🙂
I can see how cherry flavored pain killers could tempt you. I was even just reading it 🙂
Sorry I made two :/
i love the “candy coated” tylenol. it is literally easy to swallow a whole bottle (30,000mg) in less than a minute which is supposed to be more than enough to kill you. but it doesnt.
lol this made me laugh I dunno how good of a poem it is though 🙂
what’s got our favorite little empath depressed?
I love the poem, silentsurvivor! It IS funny, but quite deep and meaningful at the same time. One gets inside the head of the writer. And ‘cherry flavoured painkillers’ could be a metaphor for what so many of us seek, and come to SP craving. A candy-coated, painless death. Of couse, we soon have to do a reality check and realise there’s no such thing…
Death is a hard pill to swallow, whether you fear, or welcome it.
Thanks for sharing your (I think, profound) poem, silentsurvivor!
Zx