“Trip”

The pain overflows as I sit here and numb it

Attempt to diffuse it, I sit here and drug it

But what the fiends forget to tell the customer

Is that nothing numbs the covers buried underneath the comforter

Though I’m one to speak when it comes to the fiends

5 years and counting when I sum it up… sheesh

As I sit and fall victim to the upholstered seats I have become so accustomed to

I cannot help but wonder if the pain is as permanent as this feeling

Of falling, falling, falling, into falsified breathing

And falsified healing

Intensified feelings

And blurred misconceivings

 

This shit don’t make you wise

And a trip will never open your eyes

 

For real eyes truly do recognize the lies

Mouth fed by our psyches inside

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