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PRESCRIPTION SAVIOR

Be they small or large
Oval or round
I need one every night
When I try to lay down
Without them
I nee not try
For sleep will not come
And I will hit a manic high
The voices they will come
The shadows sure to follow
The only way to escape
Is to walk along the gallows
What will they do
If they catch me
I don't quite know
I never want to see
But face them I shall
For the sanity saviors near their last
I will have to stand toe to toe
With the beasts from my past