i hate to dull you with drugs.
to deaden your vibrant colours is to
desecrate a sacred temple to the prophets of madness.
the lead prophet beats a drum in my temples,
calls me to him with elaborate poetry
that spills from my head through my
veins to my fingers -
my elegy to you will never be allowed
to be said aloud.
serotonin
hurts
my
head
and
inextricably
more
so
my
heart.
drugs can't help me.
they never have.
creativity is king.
medicine is usurper.
i will have to fight it
off.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
i hate to dull you with drugs.
to deaden your vibrant colours is to
desecrate a sacred temple to the prophets of madness.
the lead prophet beats a drum in my temples,
calls me to him with elaborate poetry
that spills from my head through my
veins to my fingers -
my elegy to you will never be allowed
to be said aloud.
serotonin
hurts
my
head
and
inextricably
more
so
my
heart.
drugs can't help me.
they never have.
creativity is king.
medicine is usurper.
i will have to fight it
off.
dedicated to serotonin.
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