Lost in a flurry of thoughts
And disorders
The chaos of conscious
Enraptures the room
And she interludes often
The nail to my coffin
The anti-depressant
Of purple haze gloom
And a shot of suppressant
To lighten the mood
With a wit of without
Any life left to live
And a cold, steely heart
With no love left to give
I have axes to grind
I have bones to ice pick
A chip on my shoulder
A scratch I can't itch
When it crawls in my skin
Still forgetting to care
Unless my next fix
Is the wind in my hair