Antidote

56 | pitiful tragedy

I could be the crumpled piece of paper that never did matter

or I could be the wilting flower your gardener failed to water

I could be the massive hurricane twisting your mind

or I could be the disastrous plague bringing danger to all mankind

I could be the extracted opium poppy swallowing all your positivity

or I could be the lighted cigarette turning your life into ashes

I could be the vicious chemicals burning in your bloodstream

or I could be the horrible acid you throw up every morning

I could be the melatonin you always take before you sleep

or I could be the antihistamines that in the end make you weak

I could be the fire and you could be the water

and that's when you know my life is over.