The Antidote

Daring off the road
To go where no-one knows
Fading

She can not speak my name
I’m jealous of the rain
Falling

The blackness of her stare
Is poisoning the air
Which we’re breathing

Behind distorted eyes
That which we despise
Loving

Daring off the road
To go where no-one knows
Fading

She can not speak my name
I’m jealous of the rain
When it’s falling

The blackness of her stare
Is poisoning the air
Which we’re breathing

Behind distorted eyes
That which we despise
Loving each other to death

Eyes diffused with mercury
Veins filled with the impurity of lead
Eyes diffused with mercury
Veins filled with the impurity of lead

[Spoken]
In the hospital light intensity of the cafe, he gasps bitter coffee, shifting heavily on rancid furniture
Nobody speaks English here and he submerges his identity in the anxious cadence of unsympathetic sounding discourse
With time the ego slowly emerges and the desperation urges his rash exposure to the rancid night air, drinking breaths of sewer sod and smoke, scoring liquorice black pollution onto the soul
He retches and watches the poison hit the sewer grill, tremulous he glimpses an artist sketching him from the cafe window, charcoal tip capturing his trauma on paper
Is this real?
Is this happening?
What must he look like to the artist, the observer?
The reflection in the window surprises him, he scarcely recognises himself
Why did they poison him?
They left this detail out of the script, the director capturing his real reaction
He’s a professional and delivers a professional performance, they can’t catch him out