the antidote

You've stuck to my bones
and I don't really know
how I can walk away
You've spoken peace
into my stormiest nights
slipped me the antidote
when I wasn't looking
I'm just a man--
a man with a death wish
but you make me
want to live again
I see in your eyes the torment
I have wrought
My punk rock heroes
are fading fast
my flesh is weaker every day
the books I read speak the truth
and I fear they are sick of me
The rain is treacherous
the night is a feeding frenzy
of fear and loathing
I wake leaner and meaner
Every day I come away
with less and less
Where is the rest in this cycle?
I feel it only
when my hands touch your skin
in your reaction
in your breath
in your whimpering, sweating struggle
I know you must feel me
drifting, wounded
unable to right myself
unable to relay to you
how precarious things have become
If not for you
there would be nothing left of me.