I wish prozac
Would be here
I wish I had a
Vile to dream on
I wish there was
A drug to cure me
I wish there was a voice
To make my own stop
I wish faeries
Still talked to me
I wish the wind
Still walked by me
I wish my eyes
Would stop showing me
Everything
I wish I could
Block out your voice
And forget that
You were alive
And that I can't breathe
I wish sometimes
That a star
Would collide in my eyes
And I would save
One soul from
Everything evil it encounters
But alas,
Prozac never comes

06/26/2002

Posted on 06/26/2002
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