Oh, the room is spinning, and it seems that inertia is winning. Oh, I’m gonna be sick, the meds, they haven’t done the trick. I’m gonna be sick. You told me to “take this”, and you said to “make a fist. “Be strong”, you said… but even darkness, even in this abyss? Oh, I’m gonna be sick. I’m gonna be sick. Now, I’m weaker than before. And, without help, I can’t be peeled off of this floor. Yeah… I know how this works. I just submit, and swallow the pills handed out by clerks. But, I’m empty. I’m hollow… hollow. The room is still spinning, and I’m dizzy… dizzy. Fuck this treatment, and all the pills that line my windowsills. I’ll no longer take a med, when it’s bullets I need instead. Oh, I’m dizzy.