It’s just that your poison feels so good,
Forget my worshiping pain
That is undoubtedly pitiful
And mistaken for its worth.
I just need the prescription,
I want to feel normal again,
Fix the addiction
And regain some control.
Peace left out the door
When you froze your lungs,
Crystallizing my love
Into longing that cannot be cracked.
Wishing for stabilization
For one adult to function
As the inspirations flood,
I am dry.
For you I would drown,
Savor the thirst
While I head to the abyss
Before recognizing my last breath.