Amber Antidote (Black Blood Beneath The Moonlight) Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Amber Antidote (Black Blood Beneath The Moonlight)

Rating: 5.0


The power blinks out
and the clock flashes
endlessly
12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00
Harsh streetlights outline
every worry on your face
Memories
come flooding back
as the Amber Antidote
floods your veins
Pour another glass
This night is
far from over
Pour another glass
Drown your problems
in that
Amber Antidote
Oh, baby, you got the sickness
(It's so common these days)
Seems like it's here to stay
and the pain won't go away
Your heart's
A million mirrors
Flashing in the silver dusk
Memories
Glinting in the light of night
Amber Antidote
It clouds your vision
Everything ceases beneath her wrath
Pour another glass
Cause this night is
far from over
Pour another glass
Your mind begins to smolder
System overloaded
Overheating in the stillness
You've got the sickness
(Yeah, it's goin' around)
That just won't quit
She walked out but left you
with her
Amber Antidote
It cures all pain
Pour another glass
This night is
far from over
Pour me a glass
Drown our problems
with a mixer
Throw our hearts into a blender
Can't get much worse than it
already is
She walked out but left you
with her
Amber Antidote
So pour another glass
Yeah, the night is
almost over
Pour me one more glass
Drown your hatred in her blood
Let it course through
your veins
Spill beneath the
moonlight, looking black
beneath your gaze
She's lying on the floor
And that
Amber Antidote
Solved all her problems
It's fucking with your mind now
'Cause the bitch walked out and
left you with her
Amber Antidote
So pour another glass
Finish out the evening
Pour me
one last glass
Let my problems
wash away
In the stony, solemn gaze
of my mistress
She alleviates my fears
my worry and my doubt
She gave me the sickness
(But, baby, she's the Cure)
She's my Amber Antidote
She'll be the death of you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 16 May 2015

Quite wonderful, Edgar Allan Poe would quite adore this, and remember Edgar did not reach an appreciative audience originally, until his writing was received in France, sometimes it takes time before the macabre has an informed audience. Reminds me of stories by Poe, and because you do not write with the intensity of The Tell Tale Heart' I am not sure why some readers here are confusing writing with personality. The power blinks out and the clock flashes endlessly 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 12: 00 is a famously established motif, however you carry your theme and repetition with stylish continuance. There is definitely a future and readership for your writing.

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Jess Westmoreland 16 April 2007

Liz, this is amazing. I think it's my favorite of everything you've written and that's saying a lot.

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