And You're Telling Me This Is It?

"She sing sweetly
the song of our demise
the sky is falling
in the pills down her throat
down my throat
down those green-blue eyes

The train’s long off it's track
the pills don't help me think
I can't think without them
if I can't think what the fuck am I?
The dead are rolling in their graves” and my hands begin to shake.

“This matters... because it fucking matters
I do it because there’s this god damn conditioning
society is here because we fucking make it
I work a job because my bed is comfortable and the forest floor isn’t
I’m not fucking right because I don’t want what you do
There’s something wrong with me because I just can’t accept this?

Deeper meanings deeper meanings…” The shaking worsens.

“Fuck it fuck it this can’t be it
god or no god this can’t be it
they’re spilling blood for my freedom
they’re spilling blood for my freedom
with these kinds of costs I don’t want to be free
my life means nothing I’m not even here.” The stopper comes up and the liquid spirals down. Milky white and prescription it goes down the drain.