Lightning Fix
It hurts…
Oh, God, it hurts,
This agonizing, excruciating
Burning.
The voices…
They haunt me,
Racing through my mind
As the fire burns the
Stitches holding me
Together.
I seek him out,
Deep in the darkness
Of this dead city,
His white face glowing
With an ironic glee.
It's the other glow
That I'm seeking.
The electric blue,
Like liquid lightning,
To save me from my
Pain and misery.
My salvation,
In the form of sparks
Shooting through my veins
As I collapse, satiated.