Pill under my tongue

It must be me
who stillborn screaming
is locked up for days
in the unreal world
of home and garden

where you set out the chairs
in the grass and the sun is shining
but not giving any warmth
in the parallel reality
of the pill under my tongue

that makes me a ghost
without a body to kill
only with detailed plans
how to do that and finally
get rid of the ghost