Blurred visions of random images
Mixed thoughts of things unknown
Control gone to savage emotions
Inhibitions up and flown

Music thumping in your brain
Bodies jumping, vision swirling
Heart racing in the frenzy
Muscles clenching, toes curling

Little red pill sending you high
Little blue pill making it easy
Men groping, bodies pulsing
Doing things that make you queasy

Stomach churning as darkness falls
Breathing only brings you pain
Another man climbs on top of you
Will you wake up crazy or sane

Morning comes and memory is hazy
Random flashes of disgust and shame
Taking those pills only means one thing
There is only one person to blame

© Sharon Jackson