Night and Day
As routine as dental floss
I take the tiny tablet of joy
That asphyxiates the green goo coating my brain
And like a pharmacist i fulfill your needs
With my mundane language as I'm under a trance
Movements mechanical with rusty hinges
And the squeaking of an upset costumer
Does not even faze me
Colors bleed into a tranquil lake
And I swim and bathe blindly
Ignorant of my effect on the world
Blissful that i can still recall this morning
While yesterday drowns in the primary colors
And tomorrow doesnt exist until
The pill hits my tongue and I collapse in bed
With empty dreams and a mild snore.
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