In this bottle sit 30 warriors, ready to fight, against vertigo, bites, and stings.
Tonight they are on a different mission, to aid the night time unconsciousness.
50 milligrams a soldier, 30 soldiers for war, a fight I shall lose, without regret.
A coup d'etat, and they fit a different purpose, torqued mind set turns, depression.

Number 1, relaxed and cleaned redness, resemblance taking away allergic reactions.
Number 2, tired and sleepy but mind still twirling playing with the next thought.
Number 3, head fall, muscles tense, lay down but thoughts game with empty mind.
Number 4, closed eyes send invitation to sandman, memories scare him away.

Blue pills beg to be played with, as the fifth dances down my throat, eyes open again.
Bright lights pain burning retinas, sensitivity drives 6 to cause much confusion.
7 escorts irritability as a headache develops, and soon the cat is no longer my friend.
Soft fur runs away, 8 makes weird sounds, the fur-ball returns sideways, barking.

Hallucinations occur and intensify, auditory, kinematic, visually, 9 sounds black.
Weakness of the hands use more water to assist swallow 10 and fear explodes.
Heartbeats faster as 11 hit the stomach, and skin begins to itch with bloody ivy.
Heat boils 12 as chemicals bind to protein and prevent nerve cells from firing.

The 13 demon sends blood pressure skyward, back muscles tense and claw the floor.
Tingling spread by 14 all over skin, tingles itch and begins to squeeze cramps.
Cramp are felt inward, 15 stabs me in the chest, and seizes any desire to live.
The 16th takes more as body draws more liquid inwards, the tongue sits in a desert.

No saliva remains for 17, the taste becomes horrendous, bitter water turns to lye.
Stretched lungs lung for oxygen, and a racing heart will not succeed in supplying.
Tortured brain begs for air, but 18 will bring only more trial, and suffocation.
The words of 19 can no longer be understood, slurred speech rendered futile.

Uncoordinated body fails, walking is hopeless as 20 takes its home to the floor.
Lungs too tired to hold, breaths become shallow, 21 seeps deep into airways.
Profuse sweating drenches my form, as 22 pours a layer of salt water above.
Twitches chase 23 around in circles, eyes move by themselves, involuntary.

24 steals effort from any process, even breathing is too difficult, slowing.
25 steals vision away, first tunneling but soon light too tiny, begins wavering.
26 spins in circles, getting dizzy, vertigo forces eyes to shut forever more.
27 kicks hard while I am down, pain spreads to everywhere, and uncontrolled.

So much the drugs have blanked my mind, panic attacks start and scream inside.
Convulsions make 28 bring a barrage of seizure activities, flailing on the floor.
The brain is on its own, and soon loses even itself, only minimal function resides.
Sleep is too far gone, 29 shows up at the door with a new name, unconsciousness.

Laying in the coma, 30 will never make it, before long it is declined and arrested.
Severe emesis, pushes what is left on to the floor, vomiting those yet digested.
Continued excretion fills the mouth and acidity erodes the throat, tongue blocks air.
Oxygen is kept out, any life remaining is pulled out, any choice to make is gone.

They did their job to perfection, those 30 assassins, no longer will they ever be needed.

-WS