stop my mouth anaesthetise me I need panic pills merciful medicine my beautiful mutation is murdering me I’m withering into psychosis so nourish me pharmaceutically I know I’m bat shit crazy the world makes me crazy her beauty is fouled from the misuse of mirrors in the still of my room I’m gradually transforming into a psychiatric emergency
my
heart beats too loud I can’t hear me
think my life
no longer sparks I’ve been harvesting
my sickness I’m the effigy of moral
weakness I require psychotropic
medication it’s my rod my staff my crutch my blood is charged with electric
potential the bipolar extremities beckon
me I need some proper insulation faith is not enough
in the
shadow of existence where the dark
things flourish surrounded by tender
tyrants and outflanked by awkward
instance I’m a hostage to necessity and
have demons to placate I need a
little something added to my
recipe I require a magic bullet to
get me off my knees so get me an
extension I’ll call for some
assistance to feed me psycho quackery in the shape of jelly beans
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