The deadstation

Like peering into the deepest ocean abyss: drugs for pain inside

The deadstation
Someone else
You’re someone else…

Hiss of air conditioner
Blank computer screen
Skin turning pale
Semi-conscious
Half-awake
Fear of the unknown
Talking to myself

Alteration follows speculation
Ocular lens eyepiece
Viewed under microscope and theory
Bypass feeling
Rationalize the flaws
Omit what you don’t want to see

Television on
Here, but not for long
Something isn’t right
Drugs for pain inside
No sunlight in days
Slowly wasting away
Stale and bitter air
Distant stare

Television on
Here, but not for long
Something isn’t right
Drugs for pain inside
No sunlight in days
Slowly wasting away
Anything but this…

Unfiltered thought now filtering down
Filtering down… filtering down…

Unfiltered thought now filtering down
Heightening awareness and sense of self
Adrenaline rush to survival mode
Truths are disclosed
Visceral instincts ignite

Push car down drive
Make sure alive
Leave to escape
Remove deadweight
Exit city
No remorse
No pity
Stare in rear view mirror
Just to see what you really are
Helplessness gone too far

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