Hemlock

Cleanse me of this black charade
This sheath of invincibility
This guaruntee of deathbed regret
This fog of another day
The blur of consciousness
Produced on a lack of undervalued sleep
When I said my peace to wanton friends
Abuse my presence as a curse
A bane
A shallow shadow
Like a meaningless-yet-course attraction

Tradition and media and medicine and ignorance
Claim through a gap-toothed smile, "You're still young
Contribute for just one more day
And come tomorrow there will be time enough
for play"

Just one more day
It kisses the ground by my will
It kisses the cold ground and laughs as I grow ill
No more will I defend
my claim to rectify this
No more can I pretend
I swear I'll rectify this
Forever's not for me
The more that I look forward to
The louder ticks the clock
Rise and awaken
Now I need it no more
I need it no more
I'd rather die quickly than one day at a time
I need it no more