Anesthesia

And so the nurse began,

“Doctor, doctor!

Hurry before it’s too late

I don’t know how much longer he can hold on

How much more he can take

He’s been tossed and thrown by all who he gave his all
By the woman for whom he suffered his first fall
She left him vulnerable and weak
Just when he was at his peak

From that moment forward, whenever he began to speak
He felt pain.
She took his heart and dismantled it as only she knew how
So a broken heart and memories is all he has now

Oh doctor, he has barely any friends
I don’t where to begin

No one around him understands what he feels
When he speaks, they don’t comprehend
When he cries, they don’t know why
And so they just walk idly by

He screams his thoughts but no one listens
The tears fall down his face and begin to glisten
With a light that shows his momentary release
From his thoughts of being permanently deceased

Doctor, he’s strung out!

He’s addicted to love
Addicted to self-destruction
He doesn’t know for certain
If anyone has ever loved him

For his own mother ran away from him
She sacrificed motherhood for the man she loved.
His father doesn’t love him because while he wears his face,
He’s everything he never wanted him to be and thus everything he hates.

So now their son is a masochistic addict of pain and love.
He feels more than anyone would know he does.
He screams with terror for it all to go away
But in his efforts for peace, he only finds heartache”

So now the Doctor knew what was required. As he yanked the syringe from his jacket, he began to speak

“He’s tired.
And I know, most of all, how that feels.
Therefore, I know how to heal … this young man.
Who has only done the best he can.”

Then the doctor stabbed the needle into his arm
Waiting for the substance to take effect

“He will find peace now.
He will love it until it is done.
Let him fall in love with sweet anesthesia.
Let make love to feeling of being numb.”

And then they departed.