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
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.