Antidote

A sedative aren't working no more,
the pain no longer controllable
heart pumping pain and not blood
mind repressed from your thoughts

Help not in the cards
for if it were you would be here
monsters raising in my sleep
tears have turned into blood

Each second bleeds more trauma
Each minute brings more catastrophe
Each hour a breath is muted
Each day hell becomes real

air is getting colder
water getting drier
drought of love becomes an ocean of hate
Every pill becomes an addiction

The sight of your sore eyes
The exhilaration from your Scent
The feel of your pumping heart
Are the antidote i need...