Stale and cold, inhaling second hand air
and its amazing how the one thing keeping me alive,
could be slowly killing me, i can feel my insides deteriorate
the arteries shriveling up
as if my blood, poison,
no remedy, no detox
my bodies own immune system the only hope at this stage
and i guarantee you hope, is running out,
time has, once again
escaped us.
I'm searching for an avenue, not yet exhausted
there is one path that i have not dared search,
and i cant find it, misplaced by god knows what
no through road, street signs
block access that is clearly viable,
yet still i cannot find you.
and hope has all but run dry,
time, escaping us.
and in my final hours,
admits agonizing memories of regret
i realize the poison in my veins
kept me stable for only so long,
the poison in my veins that got me through
was you.
