by Nick Gisburne
Addicted to the fame he cannot find,
Respect and recognition never his,
The perfect little dreamworld he designed
Is no escape, but nothing ever is.
A pinch of powder, poison for the pain,
Is freedom, light, the pathway to a land
Where colours, floating, fluid, fall as rain,
Where faces shape the shadows of a hand.
The echoes of his emptiness are filled
With emeralds and eagles, swans and smoke.
Reality, impossible to build,
Is nothing now, a false, forgotten joke.
But even these, the dreams, are soon destroyed.
Their colours crack and blacken, smoke and stain.
Surrounded by the visions of the void,
He blinds his mind with poison for the pain.
Beyond the crooked reach of what is real,
Reluctant to return, to fall, to feel,
The poisons, ever potent, ever more,
Are scattered where they find him, on the floor.
The poisons, potent, ever more,
Are scattered where they find him, on the floor.
The colours crack and blacken, smoke and stain.
A boy lies broken, poisoned by the pain.
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
Adapted from the poem Poison for the Pain
