It's the colour of the sunset,
blurred by my tears.
Tears which I fear
may be welling up again.
I want to drown my sorrow
and be, for once, in peace.
The wounds of battles
previously fought
are beginning to reopen;
but did they ever really heal?
We're all going to die
someday or another.
Some of us will go sooner,
some, later.
So here's to a life
spent in meager happiness.
Raise your glass,
drink up! Be merry!
But do not end the celebrations
when I take my leave of you.
For once, I want to be alone,
with the purple pills
and a pink martini glass.

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