Degenerate

Some days
I feel like
Crawling
Into my darkened
Dampened earth.

I feel like
Giving up
Because nothing
Seems worth
Fighting for
Anymore.

Would you
Miss me
If I chose now
To say
Goodbye?

Would they
Stare then
At the marker
Adorned with my name?

Say they
Are sorry
To see me go?

Tears run
From wretched eyes
Mourning a woman
They only thought
They knew?

I would laugh
Then
Prowling the edges
Watching my lifeless body
Absorb
Their tears.

My eyes flicker
To the clock
On the mantle.
Time for my
Date with
Jack and Jim.

Needle
And rusty spoon
In my hand.

Trails of white
Powder
Dance about
My fall.

One
Two
Three.

If I braked
Now
Would you even
Care to
Notice?