The Atrium

Anodyne

Behind
a lock door
There is no way out
No way in
Holding tight
To my pillow
Crying to myself
No one answers

try to pick myself up
But I only let myself down
It is real hard to breathe
When There is no air around

And the whispers tell me
That I am nothing
I cut up the river

And the scream like a banish
Wandering the night
My anodyne won't break the fever

So lost

Blurred Vision

who is in the mirror

who is looking at me

take another pill

fade a little more

no one will cry

try to pick myself up

But I only let myself down
It is real hard to breathe
When There is no air around

And the whispers tell me
That I am nothing
I cut up the river

And the scream like a banish 
Wandering the night
My anodyne won't break the fever

Life will always have pain
Everyone is looking
For their sedative

Everyone is looking for something gain
Life is all about struggling
With the negative

But living to die
Isn't living at all