hopeless remedy

The pill dissolves in darkness deep, A bitter promise, not to keep. Its weight upon the tongue does linger, A cold and trembling, empty finger. The bottle whispers, soft and faint, Of aching bones and the sinner’s taint, Of quiet screams behind closed eyes, Where death is dressed in sweet disguise. Each drop of liquid, thick and vile, Slips through the throat, a crawling mile, A silent scream that never cries, It chokes, it coughs, but never dies. The body trembles, cold with dread, A dance of shadows upon the bed. The heart, once warm, now brittle, pale, A breath too shallow to inhale. And when the pills have burned away, The body’s still, the soul astray. No cure for what it’s grown to be, The sickness lives inside of me. because no matter what I do it will always be a hopeless remedy