The Pills On The Table Are Binding
The pills on the table are binding
Ever present, ever necessary
They keep the pain away
They keep the mind from the pain
If these two never meet
You are obsolete
Funny isn’t it?
You prey on the host
An infection on a grand scale
A blemish on the everything
Who is to say you should stay?
Who is to say that you’re not the blemish?
My witty little cancerous friend
What a help you’ve been
What a great relief you’ve turned out to be
A side note
A note that shouldn’t have been sent
Never opened nor received
Just burned
Not you of course
Burned in the sense of silence
Silenced in the sense of anonymous muting
A whole cluster muted
Imagine the relief to know that nothing is wrong
Imagine the redirected anger
Imagine the wholeness
There is such a place where this exist
(please find it)
Find it before they find you
Everyone is a spokesperson
Always there to keep conversation going
Let’s make sure it’s in the right direction
Falling back is an unintentional suicide
