His Medicine

In the midst of every crimson sky he yonder...Every inch of the moment that he reminisce, thinking of his yesterdays remorse and sweet lullabies...Like a monastic he tried to recall every illusion but not a facsimile. He madly wanted to extract a different one. Every dose injected on him would made him say.. "I love it." It was his heroin...saving him from pain A quotidian habit that always linger on him, He always seek for that drug to save him from pain... The near-ending medley as he hears it, he concluded... "I hate it." A single whisper that changes everything He went to watch the crimson sky Hearing the melancholic night and into the mayhem... he went to the bathroom alone with the lights turned off. Not a single glow that can ease his gloom. He always seek for that drug to save him from pain... Blood... Pouring down from his fists and he madly loves it. He felt his heart pounding. His eyes can't stand it as he hears the piece allegro Hysterically he cried in fury He always seek for that drug to save him from pain... He looked through the mirror and saw his face covered with blood... His own blood The wall behind was painted darker in hue He can smell it He always seek for that drug to save him from pain... Mirages of images jabbed his heart like a pounding pestle He always seek for that drug to save him from pain... Now you can see him reaching Reaching for the light above him... It was the only medicine for his soul The Only One who can save him now... He went at the back... The stage was a dreary crimson sea and the main part went to say goodbye and still I see Tears... rolling from his eyes...