Narcotics
anti-psychotics, dont you feel so exotic?
nothing left in me but a few hypnotics.
Life is fine, no need to define
Nothing left in me, my memory is fine.
Reality is wrong no need to live long
Nothing left in me, I do not belong.
My vision is real, I can not describe how I feel
Nothing left in me, no room to heal.
Everything the same, no need to complain
Nothing left in me, my thoughts are like rain.
Narcotics, Narcotics dont you feel so exotic?
Nothing left in me but a few anti-psychotics.
You can relate, I know its too late
Nothing left in me, no need to hesitate.
My scars describe how I feel on the inside
Nothing left in me but suicide.
Need I say more or can you adore
Nothing left in me no where to explore.
Anti-psychotics mixed with hypnotics are just the same as narcotics.
Copyright © Joshua Rawls | Year Posted 2011
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