PSYCHOTIC,
INSANE,
DERANGED,
and UNSTABLE,
DELUSIONS,
CONFUSION,
WACKO,
and, A ******,
A NUTJOB, and CUCKOO,
WHEN YOU ARE
SO FEARFUL,
AFRAID OF WHAT IS NOT,
GOT US HEARING AN EARFUL,
you thought you
saw something,
cos
OF YOUR OWN THOUGHTS,
seeing SPOOKS, and THE UNNATURAL,
a LITTLE BIT OFF,
You are VERY UNHINGED,
HEARING VOICES IN YOUR HEAD,
up In your OWN MIND,
DON'T LET THE PARONIA WIN,
GET A GRIP, and TOUGH SKIN,
cos
WHATEVER THEY SAY:
tell them
"NO!!!"
YOU'RE NOT REAL
and
GO FAR, FAR AWAY,
GET OUT OF MY CONSCIENCE,
YOU CAN NO LONGER STAY,
YOU ARE CREEPIN US OUT,
WITH SUCH A FIXED STARE
as if SOMETHING is INVISIBLE
STANDING RIGHT THERE,
YOU'RE IN SUCH A FRANTIC,
You are SERIOUSLY LOSING IT,
Having us in a panic,
COS,
of your
SCHIZOPHRENIC,
but that's OK,
Help is on the way,
JUST BE SURE TO TELL THOSE
PSYCHOPATHS
TO STAY FAR AWAY!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/26/2025

I want to go home
where is it?
Where is home?
Is it here
or is it there?
I don't think it's anywhere.

State to state
I want to escape
I want to leave
but where do I go?
I want to leave
I want to leave
I want
to
leave

But where do I go?

Your hands have been crafted
by a rare and delicate melody.
One that sweeps me completely and raptures my affection,
Such charming beauty you possess my love.
I bring my disgraceful lips
to your merciless fingers,
that left imprints on my neck earlier.
Your demeanor is that of a white swan
sparkling in an illusory lake.
As I step inside deep water to try
to reach your magnificent being.
It's not the flames of indifference that burn my soul,
rather your casual wit and coy smiles.
Pretentious laughter as if you actually care.
The lake is now suffocating my lungs.
The cool waves strike my weeping skin,
so opposite to your firing touch.
This is what you wanted from the very beginning my love.
Now, don't bestow me your unreachable pity.
In my dying moments, even your shadow did not grace me with its presence.
Now that I am completely lost in your maze,
I want to ask you in this haze.
Are you now joyous my love?
Are you now satisfied?
Are you celebrating the fortune of my perish?
You don't have any blood on your hands,
I have killed myself over this love.
You are still the white swan, mesmerizing all with your innocence.
And I am here at the bottom of the lake,
Drowning in helpless awareness, unaware of the extent of your cruelty.
The warm blue hues silently shut my eyes,
gifting me more peace than you ever could.
The real misfortune is that even in my last breath, I could only take your name.
I have only ever known your love.
I have only ever known your cruelty.
I don't mind the loneliness.
I don't mind the helplessness.
I just craved belongingness.
I just wish that the white swan herself would have drained me of life by kissing my lips.
When the light of life was finally replaced by miserable darkness, all I could do was reach out to hold your hand.

My House is locked
My Windows blocked
The Lights are dimming
The Kettle begin screaming

Ness boiling in the darkness
I’m searching for Loc Ness
The Ness is ticking
The Ness growing erratic

Forget her
Don't suffer to remember just to suffer forever, sucker
Lust safer
Rub one out and see if the hunger doesn't expire a little quicker
Cold fire
Flip it 180 and record what's bound to transpire
Loves quagmire
Simple desire will always inspire but ensnare a liar

Shifty empire
Not strange to aspire to be a vicious, succubus, vampire
Almost satire
An enticing lure to offer for sure but unstable as brushfire
Situation's dire
Sooner than later fall victim to the inevitable backfire
Flimsy tightwire
An act in need of fools for hire, speaking to the choir

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