The Return of Morning

Morning strikes; she is a viper

digging her fangs deep into my veins

and poisoning my breath and paralyzing me.

My antidote a poison, kiss of death,

quickening the process of my demise

as the toxins fill my body twice as strong.

A placebo taken daily for weeks

does nothing to protect, weakens my immunity,

my pupils shrink to the glaring light,

and heat boils my blood, painfully welcomed.

My antidote simmers in the hot springs

enjoying the blissful sauna across his frigid skin,

dried and cracking to allow the venom access

to my veins, rolling and rushing, 

and becoming absorbed throughout my body.

Morning clasps; she is a viper

unaware of time, unlike me

worried as each minute, tick-tock, slowly passes.

He, unhurried, leisurely strolls beside her,

King and Queen united to mock the pained

jester and every second further, tick-tock, 

they laugh and deride his displeasure,

Schadenfreude, they caused and savor,

as my breath shortens with tighter lungs.

The bitter saliva mixes harshly with my blood,

the antidote just dancing in the frothy reaction

like a child in a bubble bath, maniacally cackling,

as the majestic duo filter through my body

quicker than ever before, and she abandons 

her carcass in my rotting flesh.

Morning rests; she is a viper

finished poisoning her victim and patient,

allowing the plan to consummate with time

and the antidote to finish me with no chance

of survival.  He will course through my veins

and arteries like sewage, my body pitiful,

heart weakened and organs ceasing.

My sanctuary and peace erupts in war

with no chance of victory for the defense.

My antidote slays me limb by limb

as the viper mistress cackles with supremacy.

I try to hide myself in the darkness

where her light cannot reach but my antidote

lures me to her radiance as my vitality

is dripping on the carpeted floor.

He kisses me; he is the poison

that feeds the fiery anguish inflicted by the serpent.

He riles my senses to shambles 

and I crash into the hard slab mattress again.

His smile transforms to a sneer

and he punctures my skin from the inside.

Strong and deceptive he scorches my nerves

and suffocates me with depression.

Tears of toxic torment drip maliciously downward

Tearing through my skin and scaring the remains

with a sharp infected dagger, my antidote.

He pummels through me, the antagonist of my nightmares,

destroying any hope of reconstruction

without reason, and couples with the morning,

viper of death, so they can escape together.