I think we’ve gone too far
We’ve pushed past reasonable
Through to madness
That’s what this is
Mad crazy isolating
No food or sleep or fuck
Makes it go away
Nothing compensates
For whatever high my broken brain
Intoxicates itself with when it thinks
Of you and so it never stops
Drip-feeding
Drop by
Drop by
Drop
I fall deeper into the hazey maze
Of what you are to me
I just saw you on Friday
And I’m still riding that high
As if it wasn’t a tsunami wave
Of suffocating proportion
Glass half empty or too full
I can’t tell anymore i just want
Another shot or sip
A mouthful
More of you
– but –
As you’re not here
This salt lined rim will have to do.

KH