Metamorphosis

I feel the change coming over me, the effect.
The effect of time worn into my skin, into my heart, where the dying days approach and life no longer has meaning.
I feel the change in my blood, where each day possesses no value, and to live is to struggle with over-powering forces, where I'm a sinking weight in the ocean with each ounce of pressure pressing harder and harder.
I said goodbye to the lost days and the memories of times that were better, or were they ever even good?
Now I greet my demise, my metamorphosis, into the world of shadow and death, where my passing will spark not the slightest concern among the living, and the days will amble on in a much better way for those blessed and endowed with the spirit of happiness.

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Froth

Needles and spoons and bubbly drugs
He felt good until he felt bad
He went out and searched
All around all the town
And found more stuff from the thugs

Family vanished and left him for dead
He felt nothing not even the dread
His friends were the pains
The misery of the plan
The plan that would bring his deathbed

In the alley, naked without cloth
He lied with his eyes rolled
His memory erased
His life ends thus doth
From his mouth escaped the blood froth