Mystical Pill

Mystical Pills One pill is all I need, but the depression that hides in me screams for two, three, four, five...so I tip my head back and then swallow another drink, then pop another pill, while praying to God that the night I will survive but I know even when I awake my heart will still be half asleep, yet still alive As I lay my head on the arm of the couch, my breaths become shallow while my heart starts to slowly release the pressure of all my pain. My eyes become heavy while my mind starts to wander, wonder will I see my children grow to be the manifestation of worldly perfections, our see my nephews and nieces again before the day of resurrection. But it is too late now; the drugs have already entered my veins, in route to my soul with a ticket that is one way. Guess the good things are that I will leave the depression and stress of this world behind, I will finally have, “a peace of mind” As my mind drifts into the place of the unknown, I pray that God guide me back home. I pray that I'm forgiving for all my worldly sins; I pray that I will live on in the memories of all my true friends. Now as my eyes close, I hope the ones I love the most know, that if this last pill that I take is the mystical bullet to my brain, please remember me, and all of our good days. If God is willing, I will see you all again. We will meet in that place up in the sky; I will be there to greet each of you as you arrive. I will be standing at the gates with God and my smile.