On a happier note!
I found a new antidote
It tasted
Like something between
Mittens and soap
Something like a light handshake
And a *****
Held the line between despair
And nauseating hope

It was a red nose, or a car
Or a throat caked with tar
And it's this hard I try,
And don't know where you are
Gone so far, that I've made friends
With my scars.