i wrangle with my mind.
i am the poisoned, the poisoner, and the poison.
and how do i live?
i must seek treatment, condemn the guilty party, and destroy myself with an antidote.
it is a cruel irony.
and with irony comes thoughts of you, my love.
are you poison, are you my antidote?
you are both.
and how do i live?
i am not sure i do.
