...Or At Least As Bad - Medications

Fears bloom where the night won’t recede

There’s a darkness here

A matchless entity

And I suppose exceptions must have their place

As the colors fade

I’m tempted into sleep

Damage is what I incur

Incapacitates

The questions must get heard

The questions don’t get asked

Essential to wait for the light as it

Calls me out

But don’t expect too much at first

I am now blinded

Can’t we all accept the midnight attempt

Without rejection

Lean times met with intimacy

Like the dream I had

Where victims wore no shame

But I forgot just what the idiot said

As he leashed himself

And leaped into the deep

Tragic is all I can say

Or at least as bad

The questions must get heard

The questions don’t get asked

A faint image casts out a light as she

Calls me out

But don’t expect too much at first

I am now blinded

Seems there’s some sort of tension

Empathy for apathetic company

Could start this train to derail

Light out ascension

I know why it’s complicated

A cold eye accentuated

I’ll follow and celebrate it

The sinner who cannot atone

For every other’s wrong

Cause I don’t see the harm

Identifying with the incurable