When sickness enters...
Like a spider web...
Sticky...
Murky...
Dreary...
A darkness suddenly enters...
Blurry...
Dazey...
Confused...
Don't seem to see straight...
Don't know where tomorrow leads...
All that is wanted...
Is to insulate the pain and the nerves...
Is to buffer the nerves and the brain...
Is to cushion the brain and the feelings...
Is to separate the feelings and heart...
Be It...
Melbec drowning it out...
Gaga blasting it out...
Red Dead shooting it out...
Tudors fucking it out...
As long as my feelings and thoughts be numbed and zombied out...
Already enough for another day...
