One pill;
For my merciless and raging tempest.

Two pills;
For the voices acknowledged as my own.

Three pills;
For howling dogs stalking my promenade.

Four pills;
For forgetting what was to become of me.

Five pills;
For the memories tattooed on my hands.

Six pills;
For the anguish of fractured sanity.

Seven pills;
For no particular reason at all.

Eight pills;
For the time I collapsed at hunger’s door.

Nine pills;
For the pure sake of being remembered.

Ten pills;
For tranquil slumbers ‘neath the waning moon.

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