Medication. Such a nuisance. Or is it?


Two Pills Away



As if a time-keeper filled
The bottle full of laughs,
The raging lions
Have opened the paths
To yon despair,
And here, disdain.

Just twenty four
Hours in this day,
Without the pills
Would come this way
Destruction and damnation
And evil risen.

And silence
Colder than
Secrets given.
Silence as cold
as Winters Remains.









Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-04-05 at 05:33

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