it is easier to stare

straight into the abyss

than confront yourself

this reality

and see nothing

reflected back from the dark

pools of the Acheron

wanting pill no more

because they don’t work

or because I don’t need it

well you need it brother

more than your own brain knows

there is no Lethe (I used it up)

only the magnitude of truths

“you are crazy

“you are retarded

“you are even Psychotic”

me not me not me never

how dare I think that

about myself, drowning

another voice from

some deep pit of my black heart

just so I can explain

it to myself