My Inspiration
He died from a massive
insult to the brain,
from alcohol poisoning: Dylan Thomas.
I say he was already dead
and couldn't stand to go on breathing.
So he put an end to it the only
way he knew how.
Poisoning: slow, so if you're reluctant
you can bide your time and ease into it
You know, cross that line between living
and dead.You can do it and not even
be aware that you've done it.How easy.
The only question is why?
But I already know why.
New York City...the where.
I know: the how
and the why
and the where.
He was really murdered you know.
He was condemned by committee
and sentenced to death by poisoning.
There was a general consensus to refuse to mourn
the death of a child by fire.
poem by Midnights Voice
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