Cope aesthetic

I’m numb as IV
Dripping  lidocaine
Huffing anesthetic
And these sedatives to hide the pain
Failure to launch
So went the running way
Salvage the wreckage
But the medics couldn’t find my brain
A hollow husk am I
Empty and void of life
Walking round like I’m a zombie with no apatite
And Aphrodite keep on saying that she’ll satisfy
But that a lie
I tried her way by getting brain a thousand times
And all the tries it ends the same full of shame and feeling dead inside
A cup of pesticide