i take lead for pills

A Poem by winter;lyra

red blood up my seams
upstream, where the beat rocks with my greed
shock
storm
police
i take lead for pills
she's just a piece leaned in
too pristine for my people

this prison is like home
and this wound is not deep enough
i need a weapon, a sword, a knife
something sworn to my life
that i can use to pacify
a paraphrased
paradise

this is your demise, not mine, i'm fine
quite alive, rather, in my prime
there's not even a curse or something loud alight

but wait, is it still paradise if it's drenched in red?
yes if if i gouge my eyes out first