Hurt, Pain, Regrets

Poison

The bitter taste

is the only escape out of this cruel world.

The sharp taste brush against my taste buds

and trails a scorching fire,

singeing every branch it touches down the worn path. 

The world seems better and more appealing

with each drink taken.

Our minds shut off;

and our instincts begin.

The world isn't the problem anymore

but the fact that we still live in it

instead of exploring the undiscovered and unexplained .

The poisonous taste soon

become a delicious treat;

the burning fire feels like a flowing river;

the brain is numb along with the heart.

And the drinks pile up

with every minute of thought.