I sleep
All day.

Practising being dead
Until I can do nothing else.

But wake up
After these dreams
Torment me with underlying.
Parapsychological
Obsessions.

Medically Assisted Intentional Death
Don't got nothing
On fentanyl.

I only need to be a ******
Long enough and strong enough
To overpower this nalaxone.

And,
Who cares what they think of me
After I die.