Buzzing in my ears
My head begins to ache
The bustling of crowds
In a corrupted society
Whispered thoughts
Of romance
And murder
And everything else
In between,

As friend turns
To friend
Turns to
Enemy,

And the laughter
Of a maniac
Becomes the wailings
Of a baby,

And I wake up
From reality
And into
A dream
Of dismal technology
And all the things
You would love

If you were also
Addicted

To drugs.