Welcome to my special place,
Where all the walls that keep me safe,
Slowly start to fade away,
And I disintegrate,
Sliding back down into,
My drug-induced oblivion.
What am I?
That’s the question that hurts the most.
It’s the question I’ve been drowning in,
My love, my thrill, my agony.
Who am I?
How did I get here?
Is anything real?
Today I didn’t really wake up,
My experience just started playing again.
I can’t grasp it firmly anymore,
That connection to reality,
I hope I find it once again.
It’s a scary place,
A lonely place,
My drug-induced oblivion.
It’s too much,
I can’t bear the burden.
To love as much,
And feel this empty.
I can look deep into the eyes of another human being and feel like I’m the only thing that exists.
Erase me from the present day,
Till I no longer think, and no longer feel.
I drink, I smoke, I meditate,
I find a way to alleviate,
The pain I’m in,
There’s no escape,
So once again,
I stumble down,
My drug-induced oblivion.
Is there any choice?
Is the outcome always the same?
Can I avoid my nature?
As my mind leaves this world,
Remember me,
And pray that I may never wake
From this dream I’m in,
My journey, my song, my slumber,
It finally ends.
As one last time,
I let go,
I slip away,
I settle in,
To my world, my heaven, my anchor,
My drug-induced oblivion.
Sam Wilkinson
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
Welcome to my special place,
Where all the walls that keep me safe,
Slowly start to fade away,
And I disintegrate,
Sliding back down into,
My drug-induced oblivion.
What am I?
That’s the question that hurts the most.
It’s the question I’ve been drowning in,
My love, my thrill, my agony.
Who am I?
How did I get here?
Is anything real?
Today I didn’t really wake up,
My experience just started playing again.
I can’t grasp it firmly anymore,
That connection to reality,
I hope I find it once again.
It’s a scary place,
A lonely place,
My drug-induced oblivion.
It’s too much,
I can’t bear the burden.
To love as much,
And feel this empty.
I can look deep into the eyes of another human being and feel like I’m the only thing that exists.
Erase me from the present day,
Till I no longer think, and no longer feel.
I drink, I smoke, I meditate,
I find a way to alleviate,
The pain I’m in,
There’s no escape,
So once again,
I stumble down,
My drug-induced oblivion.
Is there any choice?
Is the outcome always the same?
Can I avoid my nature?
As my mind leaves this world,
Remember me,
And pray that I may never wake
From this dream I’m in,
My journey, my song, my slumber,
It finally ends.
As one last time,
I let go,
I slip away,
I settle in,
To my world, my heaven, my anchor,
My drug-induced oblivion.
Sam Wilkinson