NAPATSORN TREESAP

Every time my soul had a virulent disease,
He had been my painkiller every time I got pain
My tincture, my respirator, and my vaccine
Surprisingly, he’d been all the medication I need

Conversely, his words seemed like the alcohol stung severely on my scars
No matter how demanding he wanted to erase my bad marks,
It still cut deep
in my vein

All the time I thought I could leave this pain
My soul was immediately infected with this virulent disease
Making me crawling at night into his embrace
With the fact that I’m addicted to this medicine

© 2021 Napatsorn Treesap