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.
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