A Known Enemy

Pick a necessary poison
to match how you feel.
Knock em back
and knock em dead,
resisting to deal.

This dedication
to self medication
is the last thing
left to hold.

Clean the mirror,
finally see clearer.
Plunge into the so unknown
to find your second face.

The sun rises with dependability;
a sudden reason.
The only fear I have left
is that I will forget to live
in this waiting room,
sealing my fate
in a private tomb.

That someday
pretending to fill the good guy
would flood into
my whole life becoming a lie.

Until I shed these
counterfeit clothes
to eventually expose,
I wait in a patient prison.

The moon replaces,
fear is pulled away;
a sudden treason.
I'm only high on the highways,
and only interesting on the interstate.
Not happy motionless,
so I make cars stand still,
closing in on the kill.

Living fast
when dying is irrelevant.
Ignore such great heights
you're only proved wrong on the fall.

It's true its a prison
because I keep falling from the gate,
dividing the fine line
between love and hate.

Until my number
calls out,
and I can finally be made whole,
I stay partitioned
until it takes its toll.