Look at myself, running in circles.
I make myself sick so i can feel better.
the Coffee i pour down my throat
is.
the Caffeine that runs in my veins.
the Skittle i gnash between my teeth
is.
the Sugar that makes up my brain.
The Pretzel i crunch down upon
is.
the Salt that weighs me down.
The Sleep i force myself from
is.
the Conscious i like to lack.
the Craving i manage to endure
is.
the Incarceration of my mind.
Look at myself, running in circles.