Sanity in a poison pill

Sanity in a poison pill
Power over a test of wills
Life is a set of photographic stills
Decadance is the domesticated drill
We feel like fodder of the factory mill
Takes over the spirit and then it’s killed
Sanity in a poison pill
Power over a test of wills
You lose reality in life’s pig swill
Of effluence until you’ve had your fill
Then you finally feel the chill
Of being outside and no longer feeling real
Lost from reality in the illusory
A victim of being lost in a poison pill
Sat as you are holding your writing quill
Writing your story which is all uphill
About a downward spiral of living life through a poison pill.