Oceans of pain are never retained.
My fucked up psychie the only thing to blame.
Distorting my reality
Disturbing conclusions.
Conflicting thoughts
Impossible fusions.
Fishing for answers
Catching questions.
Probably used the wrong bait
Confusing fear with hate.
Causing “destruction” with “dastardly” deeds.
Vastly exaggerating minor calamities.
Can’t open my door.
Where the fuck are my keys?
Hard to handle the monsters I’ve freed.
Don’t know my limits
Don’t know myself.
Filling with falacies
Disguised as tranquility wealth.
Amazed at insanity’s
Unbelievable stealth.
Felt as normal
Burns like cigarrettes.
Haven’t figured out what this all leads to yet
Hopefully nothing else I’ll regret
and yet
I’m tired of this disapointment.
For missed appointments.
