S.S.R.I.

S-S-R-I, anesthetized, Running dry Scale images, floating amidst My own eye Shaking my brain, now I'm insane Or aren't I Listen to this, big assonance, As it dies See you can hear it leave, but before it leaves, It allows you at least some portion of knowing it was activated It decays. It's scaled It brings your brain into some other sort of understanding where it actually is Best Best Best Hang down, Dried up eyes give you, Glitter and glitz Fake now, Eat some plastic, Prove that you exist Make out, All the problems with, Compliments Blissed out, Your once daily, Sacrament Ms. Acronym, give me a kiss, I need life Am I depressed? No, I'm a mess. I can't decide Hiding from life, Holed up inside, Of my mind Drifting through dreams, That I've had, A thousand times Thousands of times Hundreds of thousands of times—the same thing every single time Me losing, the team—the team being upset with me It's all so difficult. But I've taken notes about it, and here I am, starting to bring it up Never mind Best Best Best Hang down, Dried up eyes give you, Glitter and glitz Fake now, Eat some plastic, Prove that you exist Make out, All the problems with, Compliments Blissed out, Your once daily, Sacrament