Poeter.se logo icon
Redan medlem?   Logga in




 

Due to your Medication

Was it just through a caffeine thunder,
and some fallen out rocks from your glass,
a restless mind that made you decide,
that the fore fitting opponents,
weren't worth your time?

And the singing paranoia strikes you long and hard,
As you fear the snakes under your bed,
You fear the voices in your head,
You fear the knockings on the door,
You fear the ringings of your telephone,
You can’t get rid of these dreams you’re having
And someone keeps screaming at you
“What are you doing here!?”
“Get the fuck out of here!”

And your meds are lost,
And your shrink is stolen,
And your logic is forgotten,
And you drop your brain all over the place
And your ability to think is gone,
What have you done to the rest?

You drag your feet behind you,
As you turn your empty eyes around in your head
Everybody thinks you’re crazy!
Just for getting laid?

Facing the eye of time
During your panic attack,
You scream and your doctor says it’s a good sign,
Means you’re getting better,

In your youth you used heroin to reduce the feeling of suppression,
You smoked brass to prevent the feeling of aggression,
You drank to reproduce the action,
You dreamed funny dreams of Arkansas and hookers in trenches,

But those times are over says your best friend,
“What about eternity forever?”
But what about it? Your time was worthless anyhow!




Fri vers av NiklasGustavson
Läst 320 gånger och applåderad av 3 personer
Publicerad 2010-02-13 19:13



Bookmark and Share

  > Nästa text
< Föregående

NiklasGustavson
NiklasGustavson