Madness, repeating expecting different results, Ever hungry, never full my mind it catapults Pull yourself together, another person you’re creating Hell’s the only option, and you know the devils waiting Euphoria is top shelf but I know I’ll pay the price Draining all my quirky traits like water into rice Rescue isn’t optional my best hope is to pray, that One day I’ll be gone for good, my soul faded away Never underestimate the power of yesterday Endorphin's cruise my vessels now but how long will they stay?
This poem is acrostic; reading the left hand side will give some a hint as to what on earth I'm talking about