Dying from Both Sides
For Nial

Three grams in a week
You think you're clever now
In flying machines
So scared to look down
You're choking on your intake
Built a safer life
Everyone can laugh at you
You've sharpened every knife
And the best thing you had is gone
Cycling through to Tuesday
And everything is wrong
You broke a mirror by accident
46 pieces of you
You'll sit silent on a train
And scrape your veins for residue
Running out of things to say
Or shapes that fit comfortably
You sit there begging for one more score
Call the doctor and ask for home cure
He'll just send a priest
She was tired from the chemo
The worst that you can think
Is that no one will remember you
After you're gone