Sweet Relief

What sweet relief
Found only under
The sweet ministrations
Of razor’s edge,
Noose’s end and
Pill bottle bottom.

Burned lack
Bled dry
Bathed in red
Buried in black
Six feet down
Ground floor and falling fast
Prayed for heaven
Oblivion bound.

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