i take the cold glass,
and overlooking the vile fluid inside,
i down all of it.
it burns down my throat, 
and its poison courses thru my veins,
and it burns everything as it moves closer to my heart.
and i dont stop it,
i dont know why, but i deserve it.
i let it burn,
but it wont. 
it stops, inches short of my heart, and lingers.
i can feel its heat as some bleeds in, 
but it just sits there,
waiting.