Vices

A poem about vices and their damage.

but everybody does it. . .
kill yourself a little quicker
adrenaline is such fun
new things to try
new experiences
new ways to die
hatred is the key
how quickly can it happen
how much of a kick can i get
when will it begin to work
homicide, suicide
death can be fun
when all is lost
fade to black
dusk is life
light is gone
abandoned
or is it freed
fly away on high wings
brain mass
scar tissue
a mangled mass of tortured hate
how fast can i die