Experimentation in Sleep Deprivation

After five days,
all the puppies were dead.
Of course, it took thirteen
to kill the dogs.

You called me tonight
to say you weren't drinking.
Just staying home with your wife
and prime time television.

Remember the time
you rolled the car and lived?
God doesn't want you die.
He doesn't care about happiness.

To say that I love you
would be inappropriate
and correct. I have a thing
for the tragic. Tonight,
I am drinking alone.

Two weeks ago, you hated me
so much you called to say
you wouldn't talk to me again.

Like a blade through my veins:
this is why I accessorize.

I took sixteen sleeping pills
and a hot bath.
Didn't wake up.
Never went to sleep.
Fourteen days is a long time,
But then again I'm not a dog.

All this is an elaborate lie.