Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Pretty Pill




Opaque prescription bottle
What's inside of you?
What ancient magic
Makes you 
So good at dulling pain?

How are your contents able
To enter mind and will?
How exactly does so much colour
Fit inside a small white pill?

Tell me pretty bottle,
What secrets do you hide
Under child-proof cap
Contrived to cheat innocent eyes?

Oh psychotropic genie
Come out when I call;
Blurr the lines so fantasy
Can enter into my world.

Pretty pill.
My only thrill.
I swear only by thee-
No clear injections,
Or brown concoctions,
Or tiny blazing trees.
No pretty pill,
Come cure my ills
You're the only one for me.
No pretty pill
Don't make me ill
Don't break my sanity.

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