Prescrïption for Pain
i am not without the encumbrance
of an army against me.
i am with doubt and redundance
of limitless agnst-
spoiled with love, self inflicted bad luck,
and thanks... for... giving.
fuck... what i would do for anything animated
to keep me from fading from the living.
i am dressed all in black
just to hide the red.
i have been given a prescrïption to die
but i... am already dead.
i am not over reacting again and
pretending to have the chance.
i am with dreams and extremes,
drinking just to dance... real slow.
i have absract opinions and with them a million
ideas that... i forget to attack.
i have all odds against me and still...
i trust my life to the knife in my back.
some one please tell me...
is it safe for the brain to... let go?
-can i still complain if the pills kill the pain?
IDON'TKNOW