You medicate with television, The stories in the box claim your life. You medicate with podcasts, How clever they are instead. Your eyes dilated and dull, That's what your gravestone said. You were an artist in the past life, Fingers revealed worlds that were hidden. My face warmed by your palm, Trailing my skin with your calloused hand. You troubled zombie, Took a trip to the Vacuous land. You medicate with anger, To avoid dealing with with me. You medicate with sex, Lovers thinking you are their destiny. Your medication is weak now, A soulless wanderless junkie.
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