I'm stuck in a jittery mold, out of control
While my nervous tension starts to unfold,
Nobody knows where it sticks, like a tick in the midst of things
When it starts to split vertical, and it bleeds indigo,
So now here we go.
Racing the clock and its tick to find the next fix
Before the timer goes off with the ring and the ding
And the ringing sinks
Amplifies deep in my brain as I make way to my bed
To gain my break, my rest
Start count on the breaths in my chest
Before I forget to take in the next
And the oxygen then penetrates my lightheadedness
The toxic waste still runs through my veins
But in vain I wait
Slightly insane
Since I last tried to numb this pain
Couldn’t take away the strain
So I drained the paint off the image
In plain sight diminished
Illusions crowd the distinction of being ok
Or about to break apart, when I find fault
In the blueprints of the situation
It lacks dedication
The base of an ancient mold
A jittery hold
Out of control.
When my basic nature starts to unfold
Nobody knows because no one can see
That the tormentor isn’t the drugs though they might be involved
The tyrant is me…
.. Slightly insane.