The thrill of the needle

liquid on a spoon

lighter beneath

recipe for death

both immediate and complete

stealing the soul

a betrayal of self

a long goodbye

and I watched

could not rescue

just whispered hope

imprisonment was your freedom

till you freed yourself of your imprisonment

and I could not help

no more whisper of hope

mourning is a long goodbye

there is no rescue

and this is my brokenness

I still love you