Lithium won’t sleep my mind and manic,
Heroin won’t burn into my bloodstream;
Antidepressants will put me into more panic,
Ambien will give me nightmarish dreams.
The monsters are living inside my head,
I see a bent syringe and clear acid;
They’re not enough to make me dead,
But still alive as a delicate orchid.
Some say I need a straight-jacket,
I say I need a snake-venom drink;
I need a bottle or more to attack it,
So the monsters go away in one blink.
I don’t need them all, but your green strength,
I just need kisses from you, my dear absinthe.