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.

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