Coming Down
Mk Ultra
Tremor, flicker,
quiver, shudder,
shiver, flutter,
miss a beat,
catch up, miss a beat.
I'm finally coming down.
What makes me
put that stuff in my mouth?
If I could only throw up,
or sweat it out of my sweaty hands.
For hours and hours I tried
to squeeze out every microgram.
Tremor, flicker,
quiver, shudder,
shiver, flutter,
miss a beat,
catch up, miss a beat.
Who do you call up
when you're out of you're mind.
I call my mother,
but she wasn't home this time.
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