Pain Killer

Put it in a blender,

Drink it down

Go on, go on!

How was that?

I did not like the taste

But the frown upon my face

Told all.

The appalling silence,

Deafening.

But we were in a race.

Competitors.

What where the spoils?

Nothing I may trace,

But I found the prize;

She was not for winning.

What a f*****g futile exercise,

The coils of death leave no space,

Come with me

I return to sender.

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