Syringe

Sooo this is some shitty stream of consciousness experiment type thing I did. I am not a suicidal druggie, mmk?

Bit of scene-sitting is required: When this popped into my head, it came with a vision of some dude about to take some pill out of some girls mouth, skins-stylee. That little bit of context is kind of required.

Syringe

Stop.

Think about why you're doing this.

Or maybe you're sick of waiting for a reason? Tired of waiting on some big tragedy to come along and give you an excuse to do this, something that will make it a little more forgiveable.

Then again, maybe you need an escape. You need some silence from the confusion, from the screaming voices all vying for your undivided attention.

But then, maybe you just want to go to a peaceful place full of joy, a place full of light.

A place that deep down you know you might never come back from.