fine lies

It’s time to drown in the pills
let them erase who you were  
when the world was flat and the sun was grey  
 
The sun rises in a cold fire
and the cigarette smoke brands itself into your lungs
in the early morning sunlight  
muted by the night that’s not yet gone  
you let yourself feel the things
that’ll be gone by midday  
evaporated in the summer heat
that’s crawled into your soul
and melted the resolve to get out of bed  
 
In the darkness of sleep  
you slip
I slip
into dreams that don’t want us to wake  
with a smile on our face  
it’s the death stream calling  
beckoning us to a world where nightmares breathe
 
Today is not the day to die  
but you think
I think
we think  
about what it would be like  
to take that step to wherever unconsciousness takes us  
and it’s our little secret  
hidden behind the deceit of our mouths  
that we’re just fine today  
 
The bottle of water beside my bed  
is calling my name  
conspiring with the prescription  
that aims to lift me above the poverty line of the soul  
where the world is flat and the sun is grey  
 
But for now  
I'll keep spinning the lies  
that I’m just fine today  
 
© Indie Adams 2013