Withdrawal

I have a tendency to start fires
how else can I save myself from the cold
contagious as I am you say
must be something new, borrowed and bold.

I have an ability to waste away
in my sorrows, in my youth, in my mould
stay clear, I do not want to infect you
but how else can I explain this fold?

Forever masking agents that give me away
never admitting to a thing I say
sometimes crying over what once could have been
left contemplating whether I have enjoyed my sin.

Carry me
the wave that I am, is slowly losing momentum
and the shore is not even in sight.

Warily
I extend my arms, wanting to be lost in the maelstrom
but heaven has not tipped my boat yet.

Merrily
this world it continues, not realizing the conundrum
of understanding how to be uncorked.

And now the water quenches
another thirst I thought I knew
behold the maiden voyage that never was.
She beckons without voice
She beckons without knowing

but the light-tower has gone out
time stands still for no man...
where is my Physicians' prescription...

It's time I take my pill.