Suffer,
but never recover.
The things we are after
are meaningless.
All we receive is more trouble,
I’ve seen it double.
You’re bleeding out
and I’m digging under.
Spend all your time,
your money,
your effort,
your soul
thinking that you’re in control.
I can give you everything,
just a chemical reaction in your brain.
Love is an anesthetic for your pain.
I can give you dopamine cascades.
Wouldn’t that be great?
You’d never want for a thing.
Careful what you wish for,
who you choose to resurrect you,
who will come and then select you,
ride you hard,
until they wreck you.
Feeling pain and devastation,
strike like lightning from the air;
the grass is always greener over there
and life is never fair.
We came so far
and then you chose
the chemical interlude.
I lost you in the space
between your veins
and your brain.
You went away
and I went insane,
but we both learned what it was
to suffer in our own ways.
You won
the race to the bottom.
While you were running,
I was cleaning my gun.
Never been much for believing
in my own self-delusions;
my illusions have always been wrong.
Hope you’re okay.
Hope you’re happy you’ve won.
It’s so easy to please
the simple and the seekers,
to deceive the believers;
they’re already there.
Just a drop in their bloodstream,
just a fragile ego stroked,
a few words to tell them
they can have their dreams,
if they only give their lives
for some psychotic’s scheme.
Medicate away their resolve.
Fuck them until all they know
is how to come.
Drive away desire,
by fulfilling every want.
My friends,
my slaves;
your dreams
are chains,
when they’re not your graves.
HG – 2016
