Rush of Blood through the Vein
poetry
Who's there? Voices murmur, winds stir. What's that? Diagnosis "crazy", once was never were. How come? No one's fault, born [that way] like that [as is]. Now what? Plunge the needle, take the pill. Push the drug, "Have the will." Numb the mind, dull the pain, Mix the fix with a rush of blood through the vein.