MY ARTIFICIAL HELP
Pumped into my Veins
A chemical Imbalance
Reside
Let it do its job
You'll have nothing to hide
I felt it dripping away
The riveter that held muse
Omnipresent widespread
MY ARTIFICIAL HELP
YOU ARE READING
4am
PoetryI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
