My Cup Of Tea

Under my serene skin

A timult of emotions erupts.

My mind is like an early earth,

Filled with viscous lava that burns through the newly formed crusts.

Eruptions rock my mind every other moment.

I am never truly composed.

             So my psychologist prescribed a very addictive medication to me.

Every inch of my body is relaxed right now.

My brain is clouded,

The lava is cooling and moving more slowly.

Somehow each thought retains its heat .

A single pill numbs me,

It chills me to the bone.

I lack emotion and senses.

I can’t panic,

I can’t feel.

This is disgusting.

This is delicious.

I can’t bring myself to the twisted tornado of emotion I normally am.

But I’m exhausted.

A L  L        I        W A N T  to do is           S      L      E      E      P.

Forever. For all time.

I am serene.

They have finally found

The perfect poisons

That slow me down

And numb me.

I don’t have nightmares anymore.

Nor do I ever or will I ever awaken from the dreams.

My entire life is a night-terror

Or so it feels.

I feel like everything is padded

And marshmallows should be currency.

But then I would eat all my money.

It’s okay.

Who needs money.

I’m too numb to care.

I don’t care about anything.

I wonder. What will they medicate me with to cure this apathy?