A flick of the matches
Unleashes paranoia in batches,
No where to run, nor to hide,
Access to bliss has been denied,

Creepy crawlers slithering from above,
Stability laughs down at my lack thereof,
The walls are closing in upon my physique,
All this **** makes me want to shriek,

Resentment overload is the overcast
From the cracked muzzle of the unsurpassed,
The gas can devours from the soul,
Slowly creating a wearisome tainted hole,

Hallucinogenic petrol bleeding into my eyes,
Have suspicion tomorrow is on the rise,
The walls of frustration are caving in
And the flames are smoldering against my skin.

So I guess I'm depressed
I don't know what to do
I'm writing things of originality
Guess I've a mental disability

So let's go see a professional
Step right into the confessional
I'll empty my thoughts, my mind
Right into your precious little time

Dear Omniscient Shrink
Please tell me how to think
List my flaws on your sketch pad
Inform me of the newest fad

I need some Xanax to calm me down
So please fill it out before I drown
I'm confused so what do you suggest?
Maybe you should just conform me like the rest.

As I rode through the wilderness,
split in half by a manmade trail,
I strolled along my own cognitive road,
where I have wondered to wander
more than enough, truth be told.

I visualized what I’d come across
just around the corner; perhaps
a **** in progress, where I’d
put an end to such a misery.
I would be what they called

             “a hero”

and not the fleeing coward
I often felt like.

But empathy killed the damsel,
so I erased her distress,
and replaced this scene
with an act less extreme.

A man with the features
of a cheap stereotype
faded into the picture,
masked in black; he demanded
for the contents of my pockets—

—to which I, of course, refused,
smiling at a chapter
I’ve more than once abused.

A scream of relief pushed
surrounding crows into disarray
as another villain’s rusty blade
punctured my addicted flesh,
leaving behind a scar
for whenever I can’t think
of anything interesting to say.

My mind is full of potential lunatics
resembling a house of bricks
structured by insanity.

But where do I belong?

In the kitchen—
—or across the street?

there was this lady
with these streaks
in her hair

but there were no streaks
in her mood
like a flat square
of cardboard
you wanted to beat
until a new shape
crafted

one day she says,
“I don’t got nothin’”
to which I pointed out,
“well at least that’s
somethin’”

she stopped
and asked me
what I meant
looking at me
real funny

I smirked and said
“ah, I wouldn’t give it
a second thought,
honey”

she never did get
what I meant.

Amorous static shocking souls,
Aspired electric transfusion
Affectionate beat combo,
Hair rising, wondrous levitation
Hence from optical illusion
Paradise in the realm of duo-salvation
Ground rumbles, a vibration
Amid this secure hand combination
Like an infinite tube of glue
Forever sealed within our fate
You’re for me, and I’m for you

The injection
The perfection
A numbing high
A bliss I can't deny

The inhalation
The dreamt sensation
A solace turned thrill
An intoxication she'll instill

******, tripping in zest
Another hit, I've been blessed
*******, whiskey, paramount ****
The ultimate drug, she's what I need

No agenda for rehabilitation
Plunging deeper into fascination
Peeling away at the skin of society
Never want to enter sobriety