All I See is Black

Thoughts of only seeing black,

Mountains of trouble trying to stay on track.

Suddenly engines run as they begin to race,

Fleeting thoughts followed by lingering not to leave a single trace.

The first being vivid with your bottle grasped in hand,

Downing capsule and tablets till incapable to stand.

Ultimately saved with a trip to the revival spot even while reeling,

Going through stomach pumping torture again regaining the

exact same feeling.

The second comes with ease as there's been plenty of practice at play,

You've sliced your body time and time again and kept the severity at bay.

Your aim is right on target - the vein being easily to identify,

This means of removing your credits from the movie of life is impossible to ever rectify.

As the crimson flood engulfs your ultimate closing tomb,

Thoughts of regret burst with a cloud to release your pending doom.

It's too late to reverse your actions and take them all back,

A bright light shines upon you turning your thoughts away from the black.