Bitter Potions
Bitter forms of breathing
The silent smile of death
We’ve drawn another reason
To let out this bitter breath
Can’t remain in patience
Can’t create my light
I only want this closer
This focus through the night
The chaos is my nightmare
It sings to me in dreams
What is truest pleasure
When it should all just make me scream?
I drink this bitter potion
In discontent of my real mind
While nothing else can save me
This concoction makes me blind
At times I can still wake up
I see the ashen skies
The reflections of my reason
And the poison in my lies
Where is all beginning
When I just start with death?
With hope my life comes after
This is the end of my last breath
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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