It's the stab to the heart
of a successful transplant patient,
The green light to die-
You had released me into Purgatory,
I began to like the dark!
Your instinct is uncanny
But I am tired of these words!
Out from the twisted wreckage
I tore myself free and bled you from me
But the banshee's wail kept me entranced
Floating, burning into the night air
All the strings that tied you to me
But the final one, that kevlar sewn into our chests
Still threatens to rip me open
Upon the event of a broken silence-
The taste a junky needs
To trigger a new relapse into hell.