It’s a painkiller kind of day
The type to murkily meander through
In search of a new host
My frailties are coercively compelling
I deliberate the best way to shatter
A purge, maybe
Allow the euphoria of embellished
Remnants to cloak the calamity of
My ravenous allergy
Will my eulogy speak of the magnitude
Or multitude of my malfunctions?
Or will it whisper
Unwittingly, as if to no one at all
Of an indelible imposter for which
There was no aversion?
In the interim my ritual is simple
To scribble inconsolable drivel
Deliberate the details of what
Seizing scrawl could adequately
Reverberate from my tomb
Truth Scerum 