I am just drowning in pills.
One for this,
another for that.
Pills pills pills.
I take them all,
numb to the bitterness they give
as each one slides down my throat.
Pills pills pills.
So many painkillers.
Advil and Tylenol and Ibuprofen and more with unknown names.
Migraine medicines that do nothing to chase away my demons
that live in my head.
For all they do
is desensitize my body.
Pills pills pills.
Take so many,
that they relax the muscles,
take away physical pain.
Take away the torture I've put on myself.
Pills pills pills.
Take so many
they make me all the more susceptible to the pains
that lives in my mind
and are just waiting to strike.
Pills pills pills.
Maybe I can take enough
to chase all the pain away.
Pills...pills...pills...
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
