this soundscape ain't the perfect pill for insanity...

a kiss from the past from a picture, long forgotten
a surprise appearance from the ashes of the memories
an absolute pain upon realizing how things changed
how things never turned out the way you expected..

you envisioned a brighter and happier future full of flowers
now that your eyes are open, you live the future that was clouded by your dreams
a timeline to plot the transitions in your life
every bullet point, a shot of pain to your heart..

familiar faces paint your today but in an abstract way
you would've held the brush a bit different if you knew
if only you saw it all coming, if only life wasn't this cruel
you hold your cheek with shock after the bitter slap...

sitting down, laying down with music to make you float in dreams
the dreams that bring you back to your brighter past
a tear flows down the sizzling hot of the slap, only to disappear
and to never come back again, although you may hope one day...

this soundscape ain't the perfect pill for insanity
just because I thought of it the other way around:
a manufacturer, not the cure; now I float in eternal distress

with a virtual gun pointing at my head..