The serum slowly seeps through bloodstream,
Snaking its way to my brain stem.
Screaming neurons soon cease fire,
My mind finally at ease.
And I say… it’s okay, it’s all right.
This peace of mind is ever fleeting.
I’m always two steps out of touch.
When all the knives come out to greet me,
I know it wasn’t quite enough.
But I say… I’m okay, I’m all right.