Scream

The noise, it's defeaning once again
My unconciousness screaming at my concious thoughts
This feeling is an endless cycle of agony
An endless series of questioning
Inject me with liquid hapiness
To trick my brain in its decline of dopamine
Maybe then it could subdue my high
The high of being in constant turmoil
Or may addiction to smoking destruction
Fill me with overwhelming joy
Till my eyes bleed from squinting
And my mouth rip from stretching
Fill me till I reach nirvana
Because maybe then

Maybe then: my soul would finally feel sated
©selenophlie