Losing it

You consume the potent concoction of heady dreams
all fear of control lost, you will seek more
but, silence the conscience when it screams
and only visions of a dark bleak future will lie in store

The Recluse

Restless, i prowl the corridors
craving for the first spray of rain
An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd
the garb of happiness i feign
In the wave of humanity i long for a touch
anticipating, all in vain
Withering from the insides
in melancholy i still remain