Wild thoughts are running in my head
Can't hold them down;
They won't stop until they are dead.
Run red streaks
Hide their blue cheeks
in the jungle of my mind.

Hurry, faster
They will catch up
They stop at nothing
to rip your heart out
and expose every inch of your tar-like soul.

Take me to a doctor
it got me.
I can't breathe anymore.
It's gotten the best of me.
The *****,bony hands
have grabbed me,
stolen me of vacancy.
It hurt my delicate
and poor
sanity.