I looked deep within me
I saw a torpid soul
Trapped in a dystopia
Of interrupted daydreams-
And as I looked deeper
I have fathomed
The horrible state
Of someone expecting
For morphine to rain-
But in the deepest chasm
Reality lies that
The devil does not come
With a burning red skin
And sharp pointy horns
But it rather comes in
Every single thing that
I have ever wished for.