My Dose Sedate my feelings, make them sleep. The night will do me fine. Don't wake me for the revolution of the Earth, Speak not of evolution and rebirth. Give me those drugs that keep us from dreaming Give me the lines that keep us from screaming It's time for my dose. Tie me to the ground floor again. I lost my elevator. Constrain my arms in a jacket to keep me straight Let me nevermore challenge fate. Prevent me from my living and my soul Protect me from what I wish the most of all It's time for my dose. Set the dogs behind me with their teeth. Your bites are not enough. Let pain drive the blood away from my head Concentrate in my feet in the manner of the dead Beat me to a pulp, to a struggling defense Beat me up with your cheering audience It's time for my dose. Pump up the Valium in my veins. I want to relax. A comfy coffin is all that might be needed Bring one to me and all would be deleted Take me from the agony of crazy information Take me from myself and out of this dimension It's time for my Final dose.
Reason for writing:
The aftermath of a very, very strong love affair... when you
really want to stop feeling the pain.
Birth sign: Not entered
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