I am human and psychpulsive is I.
It wasn't long ago my eyes would cry
bringing me to a place where I
weakly let pieces of me die.

Looking back I don't know how.
I've drawn the curtains and I'm taking my bow
while I say goodbye to a lifetime that's over now.

The tragedy has now ceased
who knew life's beauty would bring me to my knees.
But while down there, I spoke to a tree
who said "if you need me, you know where I will be"

To which I responded, "thank you tree
I will consider that plea
and the similar feelings inside of me
in the meantime we can plant a seed
and see where and what that seed can bring"

But right now I cannot give in to my own psychpulsivity.