Daydreams of valleys carved in to the flesh

Life force pooling

coagulation

Bottles emptied and strewn about the floor

prescriptions meant for good

but saved for salvation

Half gallon of whiskey to get over the what ifs

Decisions made in haste

After long years of contemplation

Not necessarily the plan

But it’ll do in a pinch

Goodbyes left on a facebook wall

Forever digitally ingrained in time

The flesh decays

but the ones and zeros live on

reality comes back

as consciousness returns

alarm clock screams me awake

it felt so real this time

(It’s just a poem, relax, it has nothing to do with reality)