Anesthesia
is what I seek
for all I can do is weep
As my courage is receding
& my broken heart is bleeding
I find my bottle once again.
I take the bottle to my lips
But it is cold
Just like his kiss
The contents burn me warm
& never would it do me harm
so I'll drink on
'til the taste of you
is gone.
All the words
I wanted to hear
& every touch was never real
Only liquid fire can heal.