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Mrs. Sal will love me certainly for this piece of work...

Euphoria Before Death

You begin to see me through glimpses of your lost sanity.
You try not to notice me, and disregard me.
I’ll always be in that dark corner of your mind.
When the going gets tough, you try to get tougher.
When it seems all you have done is fallen, you look in the deep recesses of your mind.
Sooner or later you’ll be beaten down. Turn to me.
I will shield you in raiment’s made of fools gold
Your skin will feel it’s warmth slowly seeping out but you still retain that comfort.
I’m the knife at your throat.
I’m the razor at your wrists.
I’m the arsenic in your cocktail.
I’m every person beating you down to the ground.
You go along with everyone saying you’ll never do me.
It sounds as if I was a cheap designer drug that nobody does but everyone OD’s on.
Come on pretty girl. Come on pretty boy.
I’ll seduce you to slumber. I’ll seduce you to lie on velvet-lined sheets in a small little box.
I’m that euphoric feeling that a little bit of everyone craves.
I’m that mortal sin which sends you to your grave.
Down seven flights you go.
You shall become the tree with your arms held high as branches.
Forget not the harpies. There your doom shall befall.
You’ll be racked with pain once more from their anger-bled talons.

But do not lay the blame on my for I was just the prescription for your ailments which you decided to steal from the counter.