The Drugs Take Us Hostage.

in the midst of an abundance of insanity; it astounds me, it drowns me. in a "sand pit" like facination... stuck and sucked into alternative variations; deeper conversations. do the drugs pull the plug, or plug it back in? treading through a sea of disease a symphony of the cries of troubled youth, drowning in reality because we didn't see that it was too soon to expose so much truth. it's all brand new. we don't know what the fuck to do, or how to handle the world's dying candle; already dead. the mentality of society chasing a glorified dead end. the horrifying knowledge that that is ALL "He" sends. and you expect us to cope, when the truth reveals absolutely no hope. even on a flawless globe, it would be too late to save us. we've figured it out; we already know, we'll die anyway, no matter where or how far we go. save us from reality, save us from knowledge. you can't, and the drugs take us hostage. providing relief, temporary extermination of an inevitable defeat... in this game, to not lose our sanity we must cheat. pressing delete would be oh-so sweet.. love michelle.