Pills For Pain

-Pills For Pain-
by
Keaton Foster



Blue
Red
Numbers
Signs
Colors decide
What’s inside
What’s contained
Bright means danger
Neutral relives anger
Grams, ounces, weight
An abundance of lethality
At the fingertips of a madman
Oh the hypocrisy
Doctors, always eager
To tell me to just relax
I wish it was just so easy
In a row of plenty
Those bottles stand
Little soldiers doing their part
Taking me to others places
Allowing me to escape
Myself and my pain
Myself and my ways
Myself and this reality
Such a hellish duality
With them I feel nothing
Without them I feel everything
Paranoia is always in bloom
Hysteria based off only clues
Screaming hear me darkness
Pleading touch me light
Torn into many pieces
At such a dangerous intersection
I am always standing
Waiting to be hit
Run down like a dog
From a direction opposite
Of the one that I am looking
Pills for pain
A hell of a thing
A daily choice that I must make
The only way that I can manage to live
As the world around slowly unwinds
Sooner or later the amounts
Won’t be enough
Sooner or later I will no longer
Find a way to be numb
Sooner or later I will feel everything
That I fight to betray…





Pills For Pain
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013