Cyanide

Shaking
So much pain on this night
Every night
Numb
Not comfortably though

Like knives
And bullets
And Cyanide
In my head

She yells at me again
Vitriolic
Vehemently
Virulently
And caustically
It tears at my
Synapses

Cyanide
My mind is gone
My faith
My life
My God, why?

Forsaken perhaps
A forgotten synapse
In the ether of my mind

Rocking myself
To dull the pain
The headache
(Look out!) Grenade
Eroding away at my brain

Staring at my computer screen
Eyes wide open
Fingers hovering over the keys
Typing words...
Among other things

Typing pleas
Please
Ease
My mind
My body
My soul
Cannot take this
Anymore

Cyanide
Toxins
Antitoxin
It'll cure you
Or it'll kill you