Come pick your poison

Because here in the trenches we are so thirsty

We will reach for drinks that kill 

Come choose whatever death you'd like to be consumed by

We are dying for something to quench us 

We take swigs of our endings for reasons unknown

Come choose one that fits you like an old pair of shoes

And live in it's shadow where the darkness swallows you

You are hiding in the shadows from death 

While death is just wearing a new face 

In a bottle made just for you 

Out of your imprefections and fears 

There is no longer a need for your own happiness

You're in this war, you have your bottle

Living in it, you are dying 

The poison will start with your eyes

Showing you a monster only visible through a mirror

And you wish you didn't recognize

Because it's too real to see yourself there, so take another sip

Next it goes to your ears

Only letting them collect the garbage off an interstate highway

Busy with love

Garbage that people carelessly throw 

Their words empty like crumpled bags of chips 

or plastic cups with broken lids

But you are unable to hear the deafening roar of the highway

One that rushes with busy thoughts 

of love for you 

One that sings to your beauty 

It shows you that if you keep moving 

No one can stop you, you amazing creature 

But the poison still spreads and now 

You are sitting in this war-raged pit you call life 

Now you are awaiting a death that was brought on a platter

of insecurity only painted silver 

The color doesn't matter though, we only pretend it does

It's sad how all we can is consume ourselves

With a flaw that is so meaningless

It becomes who we are.