A slew of Cuervo and forgotten faces,
the ideal antidote for the meaningless bicker.
Five senses replaced by the heart’s plea,
a stronger cocktail to shutter his gaze.
A silver shot to a sweet escape,
a gold veil to shield my desire.
My lifeless body in the comforting blackness,
A charcoaled blanket eschewing the inevitable light.
The brain’s fruitless banter, the heart’s unyielding wails.
Without an invisible rescuer, eternal damnation of my soul.
Epochs pass, onlookers stop and stare;
Quite the rarity to find a crystal ball with no luster.