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The Taste of Death on My Lips
My tears evaporated into the night air.
I am running.
I don't know where I am going but I will know when I get there.
My heart is beating so fast.
Into the night my energy is cast.
I can taste death on my lips.
I always taste death when I go on one of these trips.
I think of a thousand ways to die but I don't know which one to pick.
I wonder if anyone can tell that I'm sick.
Another bipolar episode has ran its course.
And now I have crashed without knowing the source.
I'm fighting a battle that I have already lost.
I will give anything to be stable, just tell me the cost.
I turn around and go back home.
I isolate myself, close the door, so that I can be alone.
My family don't need to see me like this.
Especially after death and I just shared a kiss.