Make the static go away, the dead-dog depression; the fleas tip-toeing across my brain. Hate locks the door to the heart, and puts the soul in a cage. The rage consumes, like a west coast fire.
Make the static go away, the electric anxiety; the butterflies swimming in my blood. Love is a fantasy, a fairy tale for children. Devotion imprisons the mind and subdues the heart.
Give me sweet apathy, beautiful sedation, let me float in bliss; untethered by emotion. Let me get lost, deep in the core of the orchid, and sail aimless, in the vast chasm of the sea. Give me radical lethargy.