One little pill is all it takes.
To lift you up and out of the numb.
Flys you high and makes you forget about the scars that cover you inside and out.
But only for a second.
One little pill is all it takes.
To drop you ******* your ***.
Leave you scrambling for your next lithium fix.
Feeling even less alive than you were before.
For the rest of your life.
One little pill.

I remember spending lazy afternoons
With you in my arms.
Trying to suppress my smile as I watched
You mouth every single word perfectly
As we watched
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I was to busy watching your perfect pink lips to notice
You
Slowly slipping away from
Me.
Until one day you were just gone
And it was my own shaking arms that were holding
Me
And I was wording the dialogue, tasting the salty tears on my lips
Without You.

Insanity.
Creeps around your mind slowly before it takes you under.
When your eyes finally flutter open, the world is a black and white blur.
Except for that one pair of striking eyes that made you insane in the first place.
Except for that one song, that always makes you think of them.
And you want the music to stop, but if fills your head.
And you can't help,
But dance alone.
In a padded room.

I like to watch the smoke curl.
Pour.
Escape.
Tumble.
Out of your perfect mouth.
I like to hear the tempo.
Pound.
Vibrate.
Ignite.
Lose eachother in this perfect beat.
I like the way coldsheets feel on bare bodies.
Smooth.
Innocent.
Perfection.

I am numb.
Inside and out.
The utter confusion of my being consumes me.
I am numb.
Forever and always.
The kind of numb that freezes and stings me.
I am broken.
Because of you.

Are you real?
If I touch you, do you promise not to shatter,
Like so many others?
Is it really true?
That one little touch,
one little spark,
could flare up and make my skin burn red hot?
I wait with bated breath and a slowing pulse,
For your awnser
For just one more
Spark....