with black labeled petrol.
Fill me up, so I might be well.
Fuel this burning to cure the numb--
feel it catch and singe holes;
craters, before I come undone.
Hold my bones as sweat drips like rain.
My inside lit aflame--
the vault of secrets, shrine of pain.
Drink my last drop, the rest of me
so, I won’t go to waste.
Drink my poison till you can’t see.
Once your darkness has come and passed,
don’t let me stay empty.
Sincerely, your beloved flask.