The Inexorable

Anxiety...
The only word in my vocabulary
Insistent on persuasion of my mind

Medication...
Thoughts are soothed with placebo
Drowned in a sea of false reality

When the bottle gets empty
The brain becomes full
Hypothesis dictates emotions
Self-control becomes my only need

Symptoms of withdrawal come to life
Harsh realities sink in
Paul may have been the walrus
But John will always be the man

I never thought I'd understand

I will no longer give in to the addiction
Life itself has become my only affliction

I never thought I'd understand.

Inextya