Bleeding Through

if these pills could, they would call my name.
a quick end.
suicide becomes so persuasive and dramatic.
a beautiful face that lays quietly beside me.
and i'll remember every fucking movement.
i've lost control.
and i'm losing control of who i am.
nothing seems to fit.
these words fill a helpless length of time.
they make no sense, but serve every fucking purpose.
into substance.
remember my face when i am gone.
i've been dead before tonight.
i've felt your grip of eternity, your grip of reality.
and i'll remember every movement, and i'll study it like an infection.
curse to your embrace.