Prozac
Zac you are a pro
When it comes to feeling
Nothing,
you take me to a place
Without sensation.
To numb the pain you take
Both dark and light,
I have become
A shadow of last springs flower,
I have become
An arid vessel with nothing to carry.
Zac you are a pro
At seeing things a different way;
But I like the color
And the twisted shapes,
I like the tears and how they taste,
I like that there is still something within
That beats.
You are a pro Zac at what you do,
But I like my tuneful sadness
And my strange ways,
I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer
But crave some kind of life instead.
You are a bitter pill
That I can no longer stomach
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