a bad habit of forgetting
about bad habits besetting
one atop the other
a chain of me, making me
breaking me, oh mother, please
quench this fevered brow
soaked and running of this stainless steel
a torture table of my own design
the forgotten artisan era of my life
It's funny, its funny (hahaha)
this severed little threads you follow
chase-tied nooses, aspirin pills you swallow 
(but they've swallowed you)
trying to ignore the minor discomfort
the chafin, suffocation its just so hard
cold and stiff as a sleeping partners
traded sex for pills
scratching and scratching but cant hit the itch
burning on wounds left to fester
for the worried, worse or best
decades of mistaking love for distraction
buying company and chain reaction
and now day by day that rope gets tighter
buying more and more, flesh cold and hard
trying to make that load a little lighter

here's to my fifth death
my fifth death as a coward
a lifetime of stolen breaths from
rehab clinic oxygen tanks.
being good has slain its own reward