Out Of My Control
A Pill, this is. Down the throatIt begins to infect and destroy.
Stomach eaten alive, force-fed locks
For restraints to the bone. Muscles constrict;
You've sealed off all the exits. Now it's
Hard to exist, impossible to resist.
I'm paralyzed;
But all of this was intended,
Wasn't it? Elephants are not invisible!
My tear-soaked face is wet,
Like washed away paint; Now the picture
Won't dry right, it's energy spent.
The picture others see will be incorrect!
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