Daniel Cowman - Medicine

I stop to take my medicine
I like it 'cause I miss the ritual of ingestion
The water stings as it touches my lips
And the clock ticks on
From the day of my vow of temperance, and yet
My thirst is unquenched
I cringe from the light like a revenant

Like a room devoid of its elephant
Or oblivion stretched to its greatest extent
Like a glass half-full of its emptiness
What remains is to bow to the Empress of Death
And take another sip

It makes us all sick!
But it especially makes you sick

Written by:
Alexander Metson

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