Drag out of bed for another day
Same as the last, on a limb I’d say
Grinding teeth and slamming coffee black
Could this be the day the heartbeat ends?
Barely care at this point, my friends
Though no one thinks it will ever be them
Spinning on that filthy edge
Scrape the bottom with a dredge
Churn the silt to settle heaped
Crushing chest, shallow breath
Down and out inside a husk
A coup directed from within
Cinch the wire snug around the throat
Bag the head before the overdose
Down the road and not across the street
Gurgles quickly erode