If I knew your bones
Would be burnt
Turn to ash;
Incinerate
Maybe I would have
Knelt into the same syringe
Let it sting
As liquor & death & loss do
Maybe I could have
Drank the sweet maple of your
Poison opium
Taken it straight from your veins
As though you had merely been
Bitten by a snake…
As though I could save you.
Truth Scerum 