I'm shattered.
In ultimate pieces.
Maybe, I love too hard.

I search for sanctuary
in a touch,
a bed set,
empty promises.

I know it's nothing real.
I've done this before.
I swear I'm erasing my memories
just to believe it again.

Like a morphine drip,
I keep pressing the button...
Deleting each memory...
The machine is broken
and I press so much
I forget I even pressed it.

Next thing I know
I'm an amnesiac morphine addict.