Sunday, October 3, 2010

Insomiatic Schitzo

Here you go again,
Smiling, its not the same.
Its the end of the beginning,
Like my bomb is defusing.
Don't smile, things've changed,
Far from my thought, deranged.
I'm unstable, on edge,
Away from the world, on the edge.
One sip of my poison,
Almost a magic portion.
I need one personal moment,
Perfection which feels dominant.
I have dreams,
i jot em down.
I need a gun, shoot!
Don't frown.
Time flies, just pick up a pencil.
Watch it fly, sit by your windowsill.
Watch them drive home, faking their smiles.
Have a cup of coffee, think for a while.
' Am i the only one who's crazy? '
Think about your past, seems hazy?
Snap your fingers, break a leg.
Trapped, youre a mere boardgame peg.
The dice decides your fate, youre pathetic. Your pumping organ filled with hate, youre realistic.
Sometimes its hard to grow, when you hide his notes.
Burn em away, throw.
You poison has no antidotes.
Try this, give them your shoes.
Let them suffer being you.
Watch them live with no clues.
Then again, they'll never bother you.

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