By any means necessary I hope to lose all sense of reality.

Music. Literature. Film. Substances.

Whatever will take it away

To keep hold of my body

But loose my mind

To get lost in a world

Any world

That is not this one.

To breath in the smoke that gives death to reality

To exhale, leaving it behind in all of its painful glory

And when I rise next it will be no more

But for now the release is enough

And if it means losing myself in the process

Then let me go

For reality is not all it has lived up to be

And I haven’t got the strength to stay.

Tomorrow It might not be destructive

I might let the words on the page create the most beautiful masterpiece in my head

Or let the speakers make me feel so passionately that goosebumps flourish

But for tonight it isn’t enough

I need to inhale and exhale and feel a world of difference

So that’s what I will do

I will trick myself into thinking that the reality of yesterday is gone

For we do what we have to, to feel at peace.

And while you think I am taking the easy way out

I hope you know that it’s all the same

Whether you put the headphones in, exhale the pain away, or sleep to forget

You are still on the run from the reality that you care not to face

And while they say some methods are healthier than others

But I say there’s nothing healthy about escaping

So don’t fool yourself.