multi-vitamins, mortality and mental illness

what nifty little pill is this that swirls atop my tongue?
the sweet elixir voiced so sweet and by gentle poets sung
what swell of hopeless tide tender touches dances down
the utter pink insides of my near eternal frown?
it's not a kiss, it's not kiss at all, at all, at all
it's not a kiss, it's just a dream rolling out so small

what hell-fire burns inside the wretched corners of my soul
where all the best of me is ash; what's left is what i stole
the dastardly memories of posh words and holy scriptures
or, the heavenly sublimity of scholars impassioned strictures?
it's not a dream, it's not a dream at all, at all, at all
it's not a dream, it's just the thought of seas so tall

what angst-riddled potion is this notion that descends my throat
the bitter liquid languid voice of the monster in the mote
what ebb of joy abounds inside the void between my ears
the speckled black of thoughtlessness wrapped warm around my fears
it's not a breath, it's not a breath at all, at all, at all
it's not a breath, it's just dearest death watching from the wall.