Who do I blame for this feeling I have that I'm going insane?
it's the pain in my brain that was never the same when you went
and when you did,the love we once had is the love that is driving me mad,
it's all inside,
the man I once was just curled up and died,now there's just me,a neanderthal thinking he's climbed up a tree and seen life in the raw,fallen and sore he has climbed up once more and seen life again,
but the pain brings me back to an insanity attack and feeling sore is the door that is locked,I want more than the tree,I want more than I'm able to see,I have touched on God's lips when my sanity slips and transcended some barrier above,I want the love that I can't be and the taste that I don't see
and who do I blame for me not getting this?
******* with insanity and even more with the profanity that goes hand in glove with this madness I love,
I chill and think about killing off time
but the time is now six and the medicines kick in
I begin to feel sane and the pain starts to begin its slow winding down
and when I look at the time it's a quarter of nine and she loves me again.
'The same every night',I hear the night porter say as his keys swing and jingle within the jangle of the corridor,when the patient who is next door, who swore to me he is Blackbeard which even I think is a little weird,said,
'Goodnight'