I soon confused a soothing voice for an open door
an extension of a white flag, redemption
cease fire breath, sit still my chest, mercy.

this coffee a magical brew, elixir of life, nectar of wasteful bliss
it remains the lucky one, the sole comfortable collector of lovers that went wrong

as the hand agitates and the tongue trembles, mostly gone
as the fog instills itself and the images fade into a blur
I know for a fact I caused it, the reckless consequence of choice
the carnage of action that one soon forgets
as the sun burns and the ledge steals my reason
the wristwatch counts cycles atop my veins
the traverse of waking up 'till I run dry
off solutions, all void out of a million and one