Top dollar, loose change
Looking down at the edge of deranged
Somewhat answer vaguely plain
So much bullshit up in the brain
Pharmaceutical antidote numbing the pain
Longing for the comfort of numb
Feeling the release coating the tongue
It almost feels in some way I've won
Sleep isn't the escape I've been promised
Can't expect much of unconscious
Intensity burning in all things but this
The mind is a refuge from the mind
Through disassociation hoping to find
Assurance of perhaps a particular kind
Leaving what little perception behind
