At least I can never say I'm lonely
Even though the company
I indefinitely carry
Are for the most part
repetitive and bleak
Constantly and consistently
Pointing out my every move
Which I know I made
An insignificant groove
Maybe its others you wish to inform
But mine and mine alone
You are my mental thunder storm
Acid rain precipitates from my amygdula  to my cerebral cortex
A perfect storm creates
The perfect weather
My last bit of sanity to the stem I tether
For better or worse
Well I'm sick and I'm stuck
With you
But I didn't, and won't
stand at an alter with the likes of you
And willingly say the words I DO
Cause I don't
but since you had the shotgun
And I just had my lil **** in my hand
Then I guess you win for now
Cause they say the ***** is mightier than a shell full of little metal projectile BBs that sole purpose of creation is to take the life of anything it's forced at but I've got a trick up my hat and rabbit up my sleeve just waiting for the perfect moment I've been craving