pop another pill, what’s another pharmaceutical

the narcotic high that puts your brain in a veil

an infinite space expanding in a tight skull

the limitlessness, bound around anxious turmoil

the high that creeps into my mind

is the only escape I have when the pressure is on

that far away feeling of knowing you’re doing wrong

that’s never replaced by guilt

the few hours of escape I treasure

right until the end

when reality comes invading back.


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