A perfect expedient for a lonely boy
Mind full of ice and the thoughts to enjoy
Sleepwalk for days alone in this head
No speech exchange with the shadows instead
Compensated fulfillment of destructions company
Ensnaring a sensation devoid of sincerity
Like a method acting on itself unknowingly

Day long trips to the convenience proctor
Second spent hours at the Ill head doctor
Conversing with stutter as if I'm a linguist
A joke in a riddle or a bow on a cyst
Apparent to the cast that I've kissed her lips
Synthetic light pouring upon this reality eclipse
Stimulating my paranoia like a gnarled ***** to vice grips

Re-establishing a tie with the numbing agent
Has been as therapy is when happiness is absent
What a dream to hold in such boundless admiration
To be witty and bold within my own creation
Yet so wonderfully mundane from my peers perspective
I may stray back to this gaze so seductive
A date this alluring just might be productive