There Is No EscapeAll outs have been used. Doors are broken. Pills are placebos.
the drink only gives an ache. the smoke only stinks and raises brows.
no more buzzes. no more highs. sometimes it takes a seizure...
a stroke...a death...or hopefully just some good therapy.
really, i can't get away. i have This Body. I have This Mind.
One day (I hope) that will be O.K.