Pills

 You deem us perfect,
deem us real.
We're still
standing
at a
crossroads...
maybe you deem us simple
and deem us your forever
but we know not what we do
and we
are the
wise ones...
There may be many more
dreamers
to awake us
on the Arabian nights.
I know
we weren't ones
to question
what's wrong...

The light is still on
in your bathroom -
she's still lying naked there,
half a bottle of gin
and a tub of narcotics
ease her blow
but we are perfect, remember?
You knighted us as such...
and how are we to get ourselves out
of her bloated stomach
when the heart stops beating?