Breathing

May I speak to the chemical disturbance nesting in my brain
Tell me how long can we go on before nothing else remains?
And how do I disguise this visible change?
And who, but myself, is left to bear the blame?
Now I don't want a second chance or for you to show me the light,
I only ask, but for a mere moment, for everything to be alright.
I know my expectations, unrealistic, my goals, intangibly high,
But let go of me as I draw my last breath, this sweet nostalgic night.