Straight-edge

 You think i should sedate my demons

you tell me numbness will bring relief,

but i know you mean relief for you.

Because you only ever loved 

the plump-laden invitations of good days.

i want no part of a Valium-lullabied hush.

i sit with the darkness and let it touch me

in places you can't reach,

i let it kiss afflictions

no diazepam torpor could subdue.

i swim in the night-salved ocean of my melancholy

because it feel so good to be wanted.