Every night hordes of humans
Descend on this purveyor
Of anesthetic.
Liquid balm to the unfulfilled life.
Fogs up the senses, dulls
Perception.
The reality is too painful to behold
So make stupor my reality;
Darkness my friend.
Talk to the wind in drunken whispers,
Murmurings of forgotten desires
Resurfacing on the swell of emotion
That portends
Numbness.
Welcome numbness.
Drink it in.
Colourless poison flows through my
Blood veins,
Kills me, and frees me
To soar inwards.
…
I am inside now.
I am happy now.
The cup is half empty.
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