Something and Intravenous.

There’s something
About maintaining years of control
That makes it easier to crash,
and crash hard
                                          once you let go.
I don’t want to be another one of those people,
And yet I sense
There’s only a little time left
Before the metamorphosis is complete.
None of it will be worth it.
I need a shot of something intravenous;
Some thing I cannot describe,
Nothing I can place my tongue upon;
But this “something“, Will be
The “thing”, that stops some-timish something
from corrupting the last vestiges of my soul.
And while I write because you understand
I seek no immunisation from you for this disease.
I only hope the vaccine I do take,
Freezes in my veins,
Blocking death and life alike.
November 12, 2013.

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