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 I Knew You Wouldn't Make It [out of here alive] ( from Mythos)


I Knew You Wouldn't Make It (out of here alive)

The poppies in your brain begin to bleed
I watch euphoria take you
Through the vomit and cold sweat

A sickening trail of red sap
Trickles to your elbow--
You lick it clean, nursing it like a child

I can see who you were
Through the hole in your brain--
I can't fix you, Junkie Beloved

Your poison of choice has risen
Above the high watermark:
You'll have to climb to get back to rock bottom

Looking at me through your black tar eyes,
"H is American as apple pie!
I'm an all American girl!"

Your demented laughter slices me
You're in the final throws

You can't see the silent tsunami
Rushing through the mainline,
Coming for you

I wanted to save you, but you're so tangled:
You love your demon; your tourniquet holds it tight

I danced circles around you in the presence of the moon--
Invoked the protection of our Ancestors in sacred groves
But you stepped out of their reach

You're going under, Junkie Beloved
And I know you too well:
You'll die smiling

July, 2009





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