Prescription to Death

He lies on the couch
In his lap was a pouch
This will help he hears his friend
He smirks and lets his knees bend

He had been in pain
His heart was like rain
His thoughts on death
Like it was the only thing left

He looks at the pouch and sighs
He hopes what was in it would help him die
His stomach knots up
On the floor was a cup

He opens the puch and looks in
The objects were in a bin
He takes out the pills
He lifts up his cup which spills

He sighs and puts the pills to his mouth
He swallows and feels the pills go south
He lays back down and waits
He hoped the pills would end his fate.

He closes his eyes
He feels himself begin to cry
His heart beats slow
His blood fails to flow

His skin goes cold
His soul was sold
He followed the light
He knew things had all gone right