Give me toxins.

Give me beautiful colors and fluorescent lights,

never let me sleep.

Give me coffee.

I want caffeine, I want a thousand watts beneath my


charging, charged, charnel house of screaming emptiness and

anti-depressants please

burning grey matter.

Give me Prozac.

I want to feel nothing.

Nothing except energy, so much



in my blood in my tongue in the


that flick me back and forth,

bloodshot movie screens shouting

"I don't believe I don't believe"

and none of it is happening.

Look It up

it i-t: life

It all stopped when they punched me in and said

"Drink this, it will keep you awake"


"Take these, they will make you happy"

happy, happy, happy little drones.