Dxm

I don’t drink cough syrup. I swallow Pills like a goddamn adult. A hollow Capsule filled with time to burn away And swelling sense of comfort in the daze. Tonight I’m drowning in liquids shallow. It seems that I no longer cast shadows. My head quivers with churning procedures. A landscape painted in water-colors. And I wonder why I cannot sleep or Sometimes feel the need to dream. It seems My weakness is stronger than me. My needs, And my desires, that line has blurred. As each syllable I utter is so slurred, The toxins keep me so safely assured.