....

[akshajati]

Fed by the constant narcotization
through condoned self-indulgence,
I pour the medicine through me.

Take a deep breath,
take a shot,
stop worrying about reality,
inhale the smoke,
talk with god,
swallow your pain-

make it vanish long enough,
just enough to deny yourself,
forget who you essentially are,
take another shot,
reach the blind physical ecstacy,
feeding the drama-

the will horribly out of sync,
give me escape,
feed me lies,
fill me up with numbing non-clarity,
let me be released,
just say no to what's real!!

Feed your active coma.