Drunk on ego/ Dying alone.

Truly thought I could make it right if I,
kissed you one more time to
help you face the nightmare,
but you're far too poisoned for me.
Such a fool to think that I could
wake you from your slumber...
That I could actually heal you.


Is it comfort or not. I can't tell anymore. I'm squirming. Gasping. Tossing and turning.
Make it right?
Make it go?