The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time

Her beauty unmarred
Ambrosia flows in full
Serves with a sweet smile

I want to forget
the way you
looked
at me....

The dahlian air
rich with colourful blossoms
Each playing a melody
Sitting in my gazebo
Sipping warm floral dreamtime

My body is soothed
As I sip long, deep and calm
The flavours blossom
Apricot tarts, honey drips
and classic vanilla kiss

I feel the warmth in my chest and I know I am alive.

Im dead almost 24 hours a day.

My thirst is unimaginable.

My nector is also my drug.

My lungs take it in greedily while my liver cries tears of acid.

It's killing me.

I think’

I down another bottle.

I live in the sweet warmth of my ambrosia.

Diving in the lake of fire.

It burns my insides and my throat.

I down another bottle.

My money is dry as so is my supple.

I do a strange dance for my addiction to be sated.

As the dollar's fall the liquid flows.

The faster the merrier the cheaper I feel until i'm worth no more.

I take a breath for the first time in my life.

I scream for help i'm drowning, i'm drowning

No one helps No one cares

Finally I stop breathing I stop struggling.

I drown