Doctor , doctor
I got a knife
Through the back of
My heart

I seek for advice
Yet you hand me
A prescription
Written revenge

That the pharmacy
Is selling over the counter
A pill I seemed to have overdosed on.

I swear I could
Hear my unconscious
Shout STOP
Enough is enough
As it regained conscious.

Yet one pill
Is all I took.

Coming back for an alternative
That could help me
Deal with my victims haunting
Whose case is now the living dead.

while my pain
Became guilty
Thus your prescription
Received a judgment
From the law.

I stand in a box
Behind bars
With an addiction
So sweet you could
Taste the sour bits.  (Vice versa)

As I thought outside the box
Floating along the Mediterranean
Meditating.

What else could you
Prescribe for I the being
Whose love is over diluted
And depression  is a trending disease
And all that you are meant
To make feel better.

My story
Is now your study
As you google through books
For a diagnosis.


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