The Glorious Pill

 Black tides have fallen
to shores barren of

the hopes of existence
spirits once we did love

faeryless dreams wandering hills
of minds since taken

by this glorious pill
lost were  senses

once we shared
but gone before taking

this trip  one dares
like a box filled with dark

the mind holds in all
letting nothing escape it

oppressing the calls
of souls not ready

to give into death
still searching for hope

a normal life's breath