Don’t take things so literal
Be more liberal

Let loose
Are you happy now almighty Zeus?
This might not make sense
But does it have to?
Why do things need sequence, rhythm or rhyme?

For it’s me who’ll make the decisions down the line.
I’m out of line.
I reassure myself; things are fine.
I insure that I’m secure, can’t leave without a certain allure.

These thoughts are necessarily necessary.
But above all else remember benevolence is essential.

I hate this depression
I’ll admit it’s thought me a lesson
But it does nothing but lessen,
and wither me down
I try not to frown

This solemn notion of finally being free
Sets me down a righteous path of finding my dignity
I’ve lost all hope of being truly happy
But I say ‘I’m fine’
How don’t they know I’m lying

Everything I do is a clear cry for help
But I can’t even attempt to  change it
My cards have been dealt

A man with no quarrel or qualm
Can set out on a self destroying path
To ease his pain
He makes claims he’s not the same

A drug induced stupor prolongs the inevitable sadness
A sadness that fills your soul with the darkest of depths
The hardest to forget

Grim thoughts soon envelop the mind
They develop this foggy confusion
They’re nothing but grand illusions

They say their goal is to help
I pray they don’t lie
Not to belittle this gift they’ve given
I’ll keep it till the day I die


Eventually I’ll find myself out of this abyss
Good riddance
I hope we can at least agree
Ignorance is bliss

Now I can feel my own heart beating
The minute apprehension of life itself is fleeting
Nihilism is an absolute certainty
And This weight on my shoulders is no longer a burden for me

Now I can feel my own heart beating
I can forget about the irrational companionship I was seeking
I’ll close my eyes
And finally realize I can see