Drug

They found me lieing in a subway. My pupils wide, staring at a
vision on the wall. I'd gone beyond my insanity. Crossed the border to
the otherside.. died into extreme consciousness. I saw so much more
than I used to see. I told them the future, and they looked at me
concerned. I was too stoned to move.. in the delirium of my
enlightenment.

So they picked me up, carried me away to a secret location. Then stole
some of my blood.. sold it on the streets..

And I became a drug.

I'am lost in this now.. can't grasp things like I used to.. all tied
up.. in a padded cage. I'am like a shadow of my former self. Broken
like glass.. smashed on the cold hard ground. Placed in the scientists
pestle and mortar.. crushed.. broken by my own dreams.

I try to pick up the pieces. Realising it's all a lie.. but they keep
poisoning me.. clouding my mind. I need to warn the people, they're
being tricked, fooled into thinking.. this is the only way.

I have to warn the people, that this world is heading for trouble.
Humanity can't keep using up the planet's resources without replacing
them.. something bad is gonna happen. But they keep me quiet, locked up
in this cage - and I don't know how to escape.

Each day they steal some of my blood.. do something to it - mix it up
in testubes - distil it into some kind of powder. Then sell it on the
streets.. and call it love.

I think I've become a drug.

***

I hear them calling on the speakers:

"Medication time.. it's medication time."

But I don't wanna take no more of their poison. I'am desperate to
escape this.. place.

They're unlocking the door now to my padded cage; and I'am all tied up
and cannot move.

"Time for your medication Mr. Robinson."

"Go away.. I aint taking no more of your poison."

They don't give me much of a choice though. It's the same old ritual
everyday: some of them hold me down - whilst others force the mind
numbing evil down my throat. Soon I'll be apathetic and my vision will
dissolve. I won't care about the future anymore or what's going to
happen to this world. This poison makes me a zombie.. kills my
thoughts.. makes me sit and stare.. so I won't care.

They'll come back later to steal my blood. Then sell it to the
people.

Why are they feeding me to the people?

I don't know.. but they call it love.

I think I'am a drug.