One pill;
For my merciless and raging tempest.
Two pills;
For the voices acknowledged as my own.
Three pills;
For howling dogs stalking my promenade.
Four pills;
For forgetting what was to become of me.
Five pills;
For the memories tattooed on my hands.
Six pills;
For the anguish of fractured sanity.
Seven pills;
For no particular reason at all.
Eight pills;
For the time I collapsed at hunger’s door.
Nine pills;
For the pure sake of being remembered.
Ten pills;
For tranquil slumbers ‘neath the waning moon.
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