Drinking from that cup

Drinking from that cup

Swelling mists engulf my mind,
For death and destruction are left behind

Instead of life I’m put to rest,
To my horror I broke that sacred crest.

Trivial answers, subdued ideas.
Life and happiness, those just my fears.

Dieing not painful, fearful or hard,
Eternal piece is how I was scared.

This accomplishment, but to never hear a word,
For a shrill subtle second you thought I had stirred.

There is no life left, it’s all used up.
That was made sure when I drank from that cup.