Pills

Pills

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you see.

Is it figments of fantasy or fragments of fear?

Trust me, Little Girl, nothing here will harm you.

Any world is better than your reality.

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you hear.

Are the church bells ringing Hallelujah, or are voices whispering in your head?

This old world isn't out to get you, Little Girl.

It just feels that way sometimes.

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you taste.

Is it the sweetness of chocolate-covered-cherries or the bitterness of blood?

It doesn't really make a difference, Little Girl.

They both taste the same in the end.

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you smell.

Is it delicate, thorn-covered roses or the burning embers of the last fire?

Both will turn to dust in time, my Little Girl.

Nothing lasts forever, not even you.

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you touch.

Is it the soft fur of a newborn pup or the rough bark of an old tree?

Whether it cuts your hand or warms it, Little Girl,

They'll both hurt you all the same.

Pop another pill, Little Girl, and tell me what you feel.

Are you happy as a Christmas child or sad like a rambler in Suicide Alley?

No matter what it is you feel, Little Girl,

I have felt the same.