Whatever it takes, to obscure and sedate.
To numb the mind and withdraw from the maze.
Poisoned with all we're taught,
Deep inside,
Our absent thoughts.
Our sober mind is masked by the stench of it.

Little blue,
Morphing you,
The morphine.
I was due.
The subtle numb that drags me away from it.

Anything to blur my gaze,
Paint new portraits of my tedious days.

Blurred and off, vision runs,
eyes are soft my heart is numb.
The touch of life has left me intolerant.

What does it take to obscure and sedate,
To leave behind,
Our mask's in the maze.


Send me to sleep.