Forrest

Middle-way of Release

Pills assorted level with my head

Tongue stuck to the tin roof of my mouth

Closing my airways finally

So that when sleeping dogs lie

Will I not cozy up to be forgotten

Aren\'t I a mutt

Or no better than this amalgamation

Get me up for the better part of my prime

Light me aflame till only the

Whites of my eyes can hurt you

Then I am just a girl

Confused and shining

Was I born to die 

Or see the consequences of

Living