I used to drink from
denial. I was the immortal
and untouchable.
Uncaring and love-able,
with a hint of sanity.
With the choices surrounding
every moment of the day.
I try to keep in the happiness
that keeps being ripped away.
Her attention burns so bright
I bask in its warmth
trapped in my own created captivity.
Driven by the cold
When I wake still
Drunk off my own spit
Realizing, I was no longer
thirsty.