Oct 12, 2004 22:08
Third Part.
Billy cries away alcohol and pukes up vicodin.
He's really pissed that he can’t even kill himself correctly
Billy entitles letters: "To whom will throw this away."
He watches gray muted static from night to day.
Billy tried cocaine again and it made the pain stop.
He needed more no matter how much blood he coughed up.
Billy lost his job, Billy lost his home.
He had lost his only friend, now Billy's all alone.
Billy was taken by ambulance to a tiny hospital.
He wasted there with clouds and wallowed in cheap Tylenol.
Billy streamed tears when they stuck him with IV needles
And threw up more forcibly with help from the medicines.
He stopped entitling his letters, wrist snapping wrote: "The End."
Billy made a pledge to turn his life around.
In a dramatic rush, Billy pulled away from his tubes
Ran from his room
To use the phone cord for its job in the booth
But no sooner did the lines go flat
Was his body found.
And Billy learned to kill himself just like he had planned.