you say that it
can't happen to you.
oh honey,
that's what we all say.
this isn't real.
this isn't real.
t h i s i s n ' t r e a l .
you place another tab
of acid on your tongue,
at least you think it's acid,
and the earth begins
to distort itself.
trees with pink trunks
and leaves with faces
and the ground shakes,
or maybe it only feels
like it's shaking,
and everything is loud
and quiet all at once.
the strangeness of it all
is somehow so comforting.
Addiction smiles at you
like The Cheshire Cat,
a character that seems
only fictional
in a world that
doesn't seem like ours.
Addiction's voice
is suddenly everywhere.
you hear it in the gusts
of hurricane winds,
or maybe they're nothing
but zephyrs, and maybe the
calm breeze feels stronger
than it actually is.
you hear it from the clouds
above your head
from the ground
beneath your feet
from all around you,
and maybe even
from inside of you,
and it doesn't stop.
it gets louder
and l o u d e r
and l o u d e r
and soon, you won't know
if this is your world
or Addiction's world.
you won't know
what is real
and what is imaginary
and soon, it will
all feel the same.
soon, it won't matter
whose mind this is
or what dream you're in
or whether or not this
is even a dream.
soon, all that will matter
is where you can get
your next high.
you'll walk to the corner
and buy another bag
or another needle.
you'll pump that feeling
into your veins
and it will come rushing
right back to you.
trees with pink trunks
and leaves with faces
and the ground shakes,
or maybe it only feels
like it's shaking,
and everything is loud
and quiet all at once.
the strangeness of it all
is somehow so comforting.
this isn't real.
this isn't real.
t h i s i s n ' t r e a l .
but even if it is,
even if this is real
and this is your world now,
it doesn't matter anymore.
it doesn't matter anymore.
you see, honey,
i t d o e s n ' t m a t t e r
a n y m o r e.
