The Grim Reaper and I Are Friends
The grim reaper and I are friends,
calm over the idea of death,
living a life of numbness,
lacking surprise
to the idea of harm upon myself,
we shrug our shoulders
saying oh well,
he keeps me company,
as I survive another day
lacking the anxiety
of my other regular thoughts
merely floating together
in a sea of darkness
with forced smiles
and fake laughter
to comfort those around me,
but he sees through it
knowing the idea of swallowing a handful of pills
does not provoke fear,
but the possibility
of their being too weak
merely destroying an organ
or life function to live through,
does
-POE(MS)
