Thoughtful Rhymes

Pills

Tidal waves of pills,

Rolling off the cupped flesh into warm caves.

Mountains turn into small hills,

Suddenly you think you can climb them and walk waves.

Caves become smaller and smaller,

Filled to the brim with happiness.
Once they're flushed out the hills turn taller,

Becoming mountains and peaks of madness.

Shutting out light with stands of black,
Hormones changing the people around you,
Making you feel what you lack,
Isn't even true.

Cycles of bottles,
Emptied and refilled,

Nature turns to cinder blocks in full throttles,
Clouds turn to poison with a chill,

Running down your back,
Your hair on end,
The usual calm stack,
Has lost it's trend.

Cinder blocks become the norm,
People becoming sharp stick figures.
Every night a thunderstorm,
Falling as far behind as the Ligures.

Snipbits get lost,
Rain used as drinking water.
The warmth makes it turn to frost,
Thickening to the blood of the father.

The inventor and boss,
Feeding you over the years,
His food is like gloss,
Hiding your fears.

He wants you to be happy,

He tries to help with money,
He doesn't care for being sappy,

You're just crystallizing honey.

Cycles of bottles,
Emptied and refilled,
Nature turns to cinder blocks in full throttles,

Clouds turn to poison with a chill,

Running through your spine,

Your hair on end,
The thin crackling line,

Has lost it's trend.

And became two,
Restarting the cycle all over again.