Omen

Omen

A Poem by noddingoff
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all apologies to those i've hurt in my addiction, and all forgiveness to those in recovery <3

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Always pulling bullshit 
Show up at the house at five
Cards swiped and tapped the table 
Waking up to the sound of your son Killing himself softly,
Lauryn him down that hill in slow motion 
Try to be open, his habit is growing 
He already knows it, overdosing 
Borrowed time, eyes rolling 
Just like The Omen
Wish I could just shake his silver chords 
Until they strum golden

He never died before, 
But what happened yesterday... 
What happened yesterday?
Zombie waltz into Cicero's traffic flow,
Placated, sedated, two bumps in the nose 
Poppy-sized lump in his throat, akin to a movie, 
Scenic and spooky, rolling into his own credits
Closing time inside his floors 
He already knows, but 
He never died before...

© 2023 noddingoff


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Added on November 4, 2023
Last Updated on November 4, 2023
Tags: death, dark, percocet, opioid, love, life, abuse, suicide, the end, abusive, twin flame, heroin, fentanyl, fantasy, hurt, pain, music, poignant, midwest, goth, egirl, gothic, deftones, cigarettes how

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