Anesthesia

You might give me
Every type of anesthesia
But know that the pain
Still lyes within meCareful with the road
Its dangerous this year
As well as every other
Its been taken by fearCareful with the man
He holds a glass of morphine
As if that could stop the rain
Storm that shreds the world I seeCareful with the soul
It’s as dark as it could be
It devours every segment
Of life that it can seeNo one has given him
His dose of daily lies
It’ll be too late
The human in him diedAnd once he remembers
That there will always be the pain
He’ll happily discover
There’s no end to the rainSo he sits with an umbrella
Where nobody can see
And sinks into the earth
To be