Just another sedative dose to escape
The dark holes of my overdosed anxiety
Once again, I undressed my consciousness
Versed, it cherishs me as though I am its new chubby chick
Suspended me with salt as I float in thousands of thoughts
Skipping sand beneath my feet but am stable
Freedom is: A psychic without a crystal ball;
A merit that requires no talent, not necessarily;
A flower that needs blood to bloom
Never a day will I walk alone
Midazolam befriended tears of my tragic soul
Graceful days since am married to her dose
Midazolam in my veins, no more tears of social anxiety
Take hold of my shoulder let's fuck the chaos within
When words turn deaf, only then can the soul speak
The cosmic language of my senses speak
In their own tone and interpretation
Consciousness is the nexus of my extra human spirit
In the abundance of light, the lunatic kids still dwelling darkness
A philosophical awe unhands millions of Greek spout
But the fool is still thirsty for wisdom, can't sprout
Shoot me some more Midazolam injection
Kiss my pieces before they become hissing nuisances
And l'll be a genre anarchist, dying at my own funeral
The misunderstandings; the social pressure; the death, after all
Am just sick of the bullshit
Taking propofol shots to take the pain out, though am ready to die
Give a logical response to an emotional pain
Insufficient attention to details, is a map that leads to ennui
In garbage skulls, breathe emotional and mental hurt, in pieces
©lamin
L