pill.

[rewiiired]

Feeling detached again
swallowed by the lie and then
I feel that monster digest my skin.
What's the point of this?

All this does is make me sick.
I'm thinking of that pill again.
The pill that whitewashed perceptions.
That lifted me above the strobe and techno
of that dark and beautiful, pulsating room.

Could I anchor that?
Bring it back with me?
Could the high last?
Before and after, I see how
low and blind I've been, could
I find a way to live that way
another way, feel it everyday?

I would keep my feet on the ground
if you could help my head reach
above these storm clouds
and see beyond this blurring rain
the strikes of lighting that only seem
to highlight the pain.

Help me find my place.
I'm so tired of hating this.
If there's something I'm really doing wrong,
tell me how I can change it, will you?
If there's something I could be doing that I'm not,
tell me how I could do it, would you?

Because all this does is make me sick.
And I'm thinking of that pill again.
Considering swallowing it down with my pride
just so I can feel again, so just
for another moment
I can feel alive.

 

[psychoblast]

I could really identify with that.

~psychoblast~

 

[jeebus13]

Feels like pre-dawn visonary meets post-dawn reality.
Reminds me of the first fifty parties I went to and the one that turned the tide from a great creative scene to a total "where are the drugs" vibe. Well done.

 

[Rollingrrl]

awesome piece.

Help me find my place.
I'm so tired of hating this.
If there's something I'm really doing wrong,
tell me how I can change it, will you?
If there's something I could be doing that I'm not,
tell me how I could do it, would you?

I can recall this place very easily. Brings back memories for sure. Thanks for sharing.

~Shelly~

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

aye that was really good.