Harmless Death

Never have I,
Sipped anything stronger that a glass,
Of rich,
Dark,
Wine.

But what if,
I,
Want to,
Wake up,
Drunk,
For the rest,
Of my miserable,
Days.

Maybe after my blood,
Has turned to alchohol,
I will be able to eat,
And maybe,
Even,
See,
The people,
I hold close,
In my heart.

I would drink to forget life,
And remember them.

This is why I don't,
Smoke.

My life would me that,
40 seconds,
Of painless,
Drifting.

Hooked.

Somehow drinks seem,
So...
Harmless,
Even though I should know that this,
Is a lie.

I should know,
This the best.

So as my body,
And mind,
Crumbles,
Wilts,
And decays,
Please raise a parting glass,
Of wine for me.