Lightning in a bottle

And the voices they whisper.
The dominant ones scream.
Climbing the walls of my skull. That grand display.
A sea awash with chemical dependence.
Slipping into the sublime. Causing me to stutter.
Push you a little further they chime.
Pull back another step into the nothingness they call.
These voices whisper in my head, licking me with novocaine.
Their mouths a slather for the honey I swallow.
Hard jagged pills, set to simmer in the stomach of my soul.
Too many channels, trying to trip my station.
This lighting in my head, it’s like bottled bolts.
Smashing again and again against the glass in my mind.
A perfect storm of self suspicion.
And who here is paranoid? Who would ever admit?
For to raise your hand, well that makes them come after you.
And though I would slip once again into that nightmare of reality.
A smile would slip out, knowing I was right all along.

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