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
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.