Voices and Drugs

This pain is too real

As the doctors move my 

Unwilling body from bed to bed

The nurses having been rushed out

As they begin to be filled with fear

Filling their chalices of life

With inky darkness that 

Flows freely out of the void that

Expands from the confines of what

Was once a heart.

The men bring out the straps

Tethering me down

Restraining myself for their safety

Rather than my own

As they extend my unflinching arm

As one pulls out the filthy needle

From which the drugs erupt out of

And enter my own being

Enter the emptiness.

Oh, I crave this

I need this

I need this release

So the clear liquid mixes

With the red and black

That pump through my veins

My pupils grow

And I hear the voices

Of the past patients

Echoing down the corridor

Screaming in pain

Begging for release

But only I am free tonight

As my laughter ensues

The doctors fear grows

Spreading like wildfire

Burning us all down to the gates of hell.