December 10, 2014 by Ishani
3.23 am and inky black skies,
The sole witnesses to my tortuous demise.
Thoughts in a flurry within my head,
What went wrong, what I did, what I said.
A glass in one hand and a lighter in the other,
Death between my lips, I suppress a slight shudder.
Pills crushed in my drink and closeted ambition,
Docile and unquestioning, an inner war of attrition.
As my eyes slowly close, at 4.47,
I glimpse it once, a nonexistent heaven.