drugs have never revealed to me anything close to revolutionary
i did not discover the truth of the world
the answers to lifes questions
of death and love
did not appear
all i discovered is that sunlight is harshest the next morning
and that we were drifting farther apart
that blood dripping off my arm looks like the sea
lulls me in
the sound of voices tears my brain apart
i want to drift back into the abyss
and forget