An American Mystagogue

Into Medicine

Mar
01

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Into Medicine

By: Seth Moris

Fate has struck down greater men
Encompass everything its better than
Failure, tally the burning sediment
Turn the poison into medicine

Snake fangs piercing supple skin
Never will get this chance again
Blood on fire, brain is sizzling
Turn the poison into medicine

Hungry, thirsty, crying, dying
Flesh peeled backwards by the elements
Ghoulish screaming; is that me?
Turn the poison into medicine

Heartbeats beating drearily leaking
Falling faster into desparity
What have I trained for, if not this?
Turn the poison into medicine

Where am I? And where have I gone to
I cannot find my soul, I’m at my minds end
Trust in me to die by benediction
Turn the poison into medicine

I feel the toxin burst in my being
An empty sack now gone to heaven
To hell, to paradise, to the prison
Turn the poison into medicine

Pour another, light one up friend
Desires easy; ask the devil
Give in, give in, give in, give in
Or turn the poison into medicine

I have nothing, I am not here
Run so fast from hopeless mendicants
Spin and greetings from friendless hedonists
Turn the poison into medicine

Turning, spurning; breaking my bones
Marrow rotting, vultures feasting
Upon the base of my whole sentiment
Turn the poison into medicine

Alchemy, transmutation, breeding
I lay my own entrails out for feeding
Upon the stones of mothers needs and
I turn the poison into medicine

I turn the poison into medicine
I turn the poison into medicine
I turn myself from king to no-thing

I turn the poison into medicine

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