You're the Antibody to My Toxin

There's only one antidote for this venom

It's locked away, so so far away

I can taste the essence of it carried in on the ocean breeze

But with all the wind of a hurricane, not even one drop

And one drop is never enough

So I'll let the wound fester as I work my way there

To the distant wilderness, from whence the mist arises

I'll drink it up

I'll never leave the source again.

But just in case, I'll fill canteens

For should I be called away once more

The breeze would be torture to my parched lips

My open sore

My polluted veins

Could not bear the burden of illusions

I would die from mere despair

Which is the poison coursing in deep blue paths.