Vodka & Oreos

The breath of death lingers at the door to my very soul
"Hello, it's me," it whispers, refusing to be ignored
While I struggle to find some semblance of being whole,
And plastered in my mind is the image of you, and the door

I'm dissolute, and it's absolute I won't cry to sleep
Though still I drown, in ice cream, in drink
"I pray, thee, Lord, my soul to keep"
Because I can't begin to process, nor try to think

And no one knows, I haven't said a word
I keep smiling, wearing pretty dresses and ribbons, too
The idea itself just seems absurd
And I wonder how many others I told about you

In my heart, my mind, my castle, I'm all numb
While outside I've spun tales greater than Scheherezade
And I can't quite remember, "Some day my prince will come,"
For this princess is only faking that graceful façade

And that death, that feeling that lingers still
Beckons me to something altogether drastic
And I'm torn, "To be or not to be," against my will
Was love really that fantastic?

"Hello, it's me," that small voice still calls
It thinks it's got me where it wants, found the ultimate goal
But somehow, I'm still here living in hallowed halls
For chocolate disinfects my soul.