Medicine

There are but few cures
to seal the pain

love procures

the seething pain

that drives you insane
no sleep or hunger

nothing but the trigger-happy feeling

of remaining bound by its refrains

they say it can easily kill you

and I say you are but a patient at best

if you were to remain

hoping and knowing

not asking or showing

patterns are nowhere

no maps or guides

bring out the torch, light the candles

oh the mysteries of this love,

they can keep you up
from daybreak to twilight

bound by surprises

hidden like treasured prizes
growing and gnawing
even if from a distance

you cannot fully know its gaze

its shines within your

and can light up your darkest days

a medicine that works

when none other can  

love is a potion

that's dwindling even in proportions 

try and go through

all the open doors
or look through the underground
all the way up to the core

if love is a pill
then I'm in love with medicine
and the doctor who came
up with this cure

for what love stands for
any lifetime is obscure...