Quell

One taste, and I'm in purgatory Neither here nor there, not in Heaven nor Hell, A cliched, overused allegory, A taste of poison to make me be well One taste, and all my thoughts are dead Resting, peaceful, buried deeply, Forbidden words are safe unsaid Foriegn incites cannot breach me One taste, and the world's soft-edged and sweet, The sky falls close to bury me gently Pavement-grey waves ssway beneath my feet As the world tips and trembles so elegantly One taste, and I cannot help but smile To speak, and act, and live so freely Unafraid, for just a little while, To see myself as others might see me One taste, and all the world is clear, Flickers, flounders, fractures fade, I'm not alone, for once, I'm here, Playing the game as it's meant to be played One taste, and I'm unable to stop Only every quenched for a second, no more, Before the tick and tock of the chemical clock Draws me back to the one whose allegiance I swore One taste, and I know I can never be free, I'll suffer Hell to suppress my unstable thrill I'll let my soul rot and ignore my heart's plea Gladly crumble away for my little pink pill.