Magic Medicine

Get them to stop,
i know you can.
It always dose,
when you hold my hand.

No im not random,
the clock is laughing in my face.
Leaving me with a trace,
Of desperation.

Everything moves,
just a little too fast,
and when it slows down,
i begen to crash.

Blurred vision,
its only a symptom,
of this salt water fountin,
flowing from incisions.

How long has it been?
My stomach acid is leaving,
my stomach walls thin.
But i feel no cravings.

5 days not a new record,
of whats been heard,
15 alarm clocks with no gaps inbetween,
no spaces for bad dreams.

3 sided arguments,
all from one place,
comes to me when its the stems you trace,
but it all gose when you touch my face.

Self haterd, confusion,
lie in fire behind my eyes.
But with you I will never be scared again,
because you seem to be the magic medicine.