Antidote

The venom runs through my veins with each grasp of air I breathe. I dream of a lighter side of this venomous mind. Each breath I take it slowly takes away the strength and life within me. But I see a light walk past me pulling a string within me to pull forward and increase hope. As I grab the strength to see the light I realize she was my antidote. She pulls me high when the tables were low. She pulls me to the sky when I was stuck in a dark hole. I couldn't find the cure to my sanity, so he created my antidote. As the window was stuck closed with poison chocking at my throat the window exploded with the sound of my antidote.