When Drugs Turn On Their Master Poem by mark king
When Drugs Turn On Their Master
Here sleeping beauty lies
In the throes of prozac
It used to keep her up
Now it keeps her down
She dreams of murder
Mayhem, and suicide
Making a hit list
In her twisted mind
The doctor only says
It is a side effect
She can only cry
That it wasn’t her
Now she rests with peace
In valiums sweet embrace
Wondering what was real
And what wasn’t
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