I grieve for the me that has gone.
The one I used to be before the Prince on his horse
galloped up to my gate and gave me some pills. They were great.
I look into my dark corners when I find the spare time and find different aspects of why and who I am.
The me bits that the pills chase out.
Without them, do I have any clout?
I grieve for the forced future I faced.
A force within a force without reason,