Shooting Stars and Opiate Blockers

My head casts a morbid shadow on my chest
Like the shadow of a mortician cast over a body lying on his embalming table
You bring me back to those feeling I run from
Your delicate fingers picking my receptors clean
You call my name from the bathroom
But I can’t hear you anymore
Life vanishes from my eyes faster than the makeup laced tears run down your cheeks
Life falls from my eyes faster than shooting stars in night skies