morphine

this crushing soul
is tearing me apart
a leather-gloved fist
giving shape to my heart
pounding against mirrors
bound by walls of its lust
I struggle not to follow but must

we would meet at the heart
the deal that was made
on the slab laid out for death
gathering debts to be paid
rising up against my breath
pulling it back
tubes inside my chest

I woke up in a sea of morphine
my soul had faces that I’d never seen
grabbing my hair pulled above the room
filled with liquid and reflections of me
my eyes were so blazed
I couldn't even scream
slipping back under
to live another dream