A century of drought <br />Hardly a single drop <br />Had put me into this misery <br />With no traces of hope <br /> <br />An absence that slithers <br />Down my desert throat <br />Like that of a cunning poison <br />Paralyzing every single nerve <br />With each tick of a clock <br /> <br />A dehydrated fool <br />Confined in a mental institution <br />Committing suicide is an honor <br />If a dropp of your expensive nature <br />Is what I get in return <br /> <br />In my dying seconds <br />Your sweetness relishes my tongue <br />Consuming this moment of intoxication <br />Lost in a bizaare of alcohol <br /> <br />And dying is such a bliss <br />If your one last drop <br />And my final breath <br />Collides into one sweet embrace.<br /><br />Marie Joyce B. Negapatan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-drop-2/
