I wake up knowing exactly what time of day it is, I sit down at the counter knowing exactly what is going to happen it is only a repeating procces, I hope for a change every day only to find myself stuck in the same pattern. I stare upon it, Deep inside I know it is a demon in a capsule form, It's the bastard I cant refuse, I cant run away from it or hide. I want to stop it in its tracks so badly but I know it can't be beaten. Do those who perscribe it know of it evils, do those who accept it know what they are getting themselves into? It's too late it is running through my blood now, I have become the very thing that I hate, I am becoming the society that I hate so much. It is said to help but it is doing anything but that now. I never knew such a thing could do so much. This pill is getting stronger and stronger whenever I see it I feel more and more pitty. Its power doubles as I go for the monthly visit, I have tried to stop, I have tried to pull away from it but the withdrawals are unbarrable.

      The pill is a force to be wreckened with I can't beat it, when I try to stop its evil it only becomes stronger, as it feeds off of my endorphins. It slowly eats away the only thing that can bring me joy. Those who take it are slowly but surely eaten inside out. It brings chills and itches to the fools who dare try to resist it, there scalps will begin to burn and there skin will crawl until they are back on the pattern. Every morning of every day it will get stronger.