She lays back on the bed,
Headphones blaring beats into her ears,
The sound of it,
Races through her veins like a drug.
She looks at the silent Tv screen
Flashing random pictures
All trying to make sense.
She understands nothing,
Knows nothing,
Except for the beats
Racing through her veins.

No one knows her.
No one cares about her.
She just has herself and this music.
While the silent Tv flashes random pictures.
None of it makes sense.
No one understands it.
While everyone understands it.

She slowly lets out a sigh.
This drug,
Is slowly wearing off.
She grows weary of this.
While the Tv flashes subliminal messages
That only her mind's eye can see.

She puts the drug away.
So she can watch the silent Tv,
That she had been raised on.
The silent Tv tells her what to do.
She has become a slave to it.

The messages tell her what to do.
There is no hope left.
This is what the world had become.
Nothing but mindless zombies.
But she's not a mindless zombie.
Not when she has her drug.
Is there anything better,
Than this music
Racing through her veins
Like a drug
While the silent Tv,
Flashes subliminal messages
That only her mind's eye can see?