Death Is Inevitable

The night sky is black, just as black as the coffee that I am drinking. The air is frigid and the world that surrounds me is silent. The sounds of the slight winds and passing trains around my presence are the only noises that I can make out. My body begins to feel tense as if it's the devil himself wrapping his arms around me The voices in my mind are slowly getting louder and my eyesight is getting blurry My thoughts are getting incomprehensible My breath wreaks of whiskey and cigarettes Booze will just give me a hangover and these pills will just make me want to take more next time. I began to drag my fading body down the train tracks Death is inevitable