Song of Whither Praise

I have so much on and over my head
Some things in this world are just too good to forget
But a lot of these things I hold so close and dear
Are poison for my mind and will lead to nothing, I fear

But these things, all these things,
Are such wonderful drugs
I tell myself I don’t need another dose
But then it all becomes too much

Life is too short to worry it away
And if you don’t, you have to make it one more day
How on earth am I supposed to make it
When I want to sing these songs of praise

For the drugs, all my drugs
That keep burning up my veins

Wither me, darling, wither me away
Let me bathe in pain and shake hands with demons today

Wither me, darling, wither me away
Let me sing about all the ways your sweet poison toys with me

Let me suckle the ends of syringes
Warm up the spoon and feed me
Hold my head and drown me asleep
Let me have nightmares about you

If I go deaf, I won’t hear your voice
If I go blind, I won’t ever see you
If I get paralyzed, I won’t feel your hand again
If I get amnesia, I’ll forget it all happened anyway

At least for one more day