Deaden

Let the liquid amber
Poison course through my hands
Skin and turn my nails yellow
Perhaps then I'll feel nothing

Let the bottle sag
Onto the floor littered with the
Soiled evidence of my life
The proof I exist
Shirts stained and one new
Perhaps then I'll feel nothing

Out the window
Red yellow leaves
The wind blows some past my window
Another sip perhaps to forget that too
And then I'll feel nothing

Deaden my senses
So that I am not alone
Deaden my skin
So that I don't feel
Deaden me
Make me numb
And then I'll feel nothing