The Reality Hiding Inside of a Needle
One little shot
A mere pinch in a throbbing vein
Liquid injected by a shaking hand
The reality of life falls away
The sky turns a deep crimson
As birds fly toward a leafless tree
Branches covered with newly born dragons
Breathing fire and inhaling toxic smoke
The watch their surroundings
Looking for a single flower
Where butterflies mate in unending rhythm
Giving birth to newly hatched rainbows
Red, violet, blue, green and yellow
All fading into blacks and grays
As the rise to take their place in the sky
White fluffy clouds wrap around the arches
Like tendrils of a parasitic vine
Strangling the life from the lifeless prisms
Dissolving their shades into an invisible spectrum
Their darkness falls eclipsing the nearest star
Open eyes strain in the dimming light
They are looking for a floating eagle
Golden wings rising on heated air
It flies around the sky
Leaving a trail of blue skies and morning light
It is the one creature who knows reality
What true reality should be like
At least until the next little shot
The pinch in another throbbing vein
Takes in all away again
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