I die. My mind dies, my soul rises,
I die. feelings and thoughts no
longer imprison me in my body
My soul awakens out of my body
It runs into unconquered lands,
with no inhibitions that life holds.
I die. I die. slowly as the pills
rush through my throat. Sometimes
faster than most if it’s met by
gallons of kill me quickies
but whatever the case the
drugs are like a lethal injection
waiting for my sinned soul
I die. I die. I die and get lost
lost in my dreams and fears
in equal measure. I die.
But yet something holds me
I rise. I rise. I rise.
by Liz Kilili