Glutton for sedation

Stand staring d room, drowned in the mist of indigo hues
the sterilized metal coated pods shine in the nascent light
now that the misery in the world amplifies
Man makes sure his sense doesn't burst up in flames
so yea the pods
the pods picture themselves as tiny metal warts
sprouting out of the skin
like a subway staircase leading to the veinal railway with
brain as the rendezvous point
Entertainment comes in the form of syringes
TV is the secret ingredient of those sedating hormones
Tequila worms are shrunk to the size of blood platelets
green shimmering fluid 'x' grins from the globular containers
fabricated blasphemy cements the walls
The walls around the emotions that strikes the neurons
the senses are tranquilized
as the walls are reinforced with layers of itself
the battle is won
smirks flows through the face of the

glutton for sedation