Narcotic Daylight Poem by Carla Vicknair

At what moment in your life had you dreamed me into being?
When did you pick up the hated habit that left your lips cold and bruised,
Who ignored your plea?
At what moment did you turn, to weightless me?
Medicated words and involuntary gestures of love are all I had to offer
My being was enough
Your existence proved it all.
I lifted you up, as you helped me down gently enough
So I didn't fall.
What an invincible pair we were
Equpped with smiles and lethal injections
of commpassion, and intoxicating shots of adoration.
Then the real substances were put in play
Don't fade out, don't fade away
Why put your pretty smile to waste?
Be addicted to what you miss
Be addicted to the sounds we make
Hold on to every argument we fake.
Octavian, hey baby, you're worth every word.
You've got that smile that reaches the whole world.
Substances are temporary, get up and out or your done for.
Get up and come back to me, your best friend.
Remember?
There's no such thing as narcotic daylight