Runaway Runaway

lines, bottles, pipes, 

you on my bed,

tangled in the sheets,

I swallowed what you fed.

perhaps if I had shame,

then I would've declined,

but when I killed myself

I didn't die.

angelic as a demon,

but I ran away with you.

everything's my fault,

the gun is clicking,

I'm still breathing, experiencing.

I'm so fucking through.