wasted and confused
about everything but you
blurred lines and slurred words

Smoke until
my problems
go away
or at least
get hidden
underneath
the haze

Original ideas cannot be obtained
for all thoughts
are induced by society.
The creativity
of the human mind
is lost,
in the past
of historic souls.

I am only human
living a life
comprised of limits
unlike the demon
devised at the core of my mind
fed food of thoughts
growing each day
until every part of me is consumed

An endlessly terrifying
fiend of fear
caged in my imagination
creating a monster of reality

I can never simply
scratch the surface
& let things be
I need to tear open the wound
& dive deep into the veins
to discover why the blood flows
so quickly

I over analyze
the simplest complexities