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Diagnosis, neurotic psychosis
Constant struggle for sanity
Abducted a warm wet blanket fell on me
With no vision I fell into a deep hole
Where my soul use to be
before it ran out on me
The curtains are drawn
The blinds are closed
Nobodies home
No days just midnights
50 pills in a bottle 50 pills I could swallow
Into a vessel so hollow In somber i wallow
Who's waiting for me tomorrow?
Four walls' twin beds, vital signs
Med call, long halls, help calls
Shoe strings taken medicated
Strange voices silent screams
This is no nightmare this is no dream
you will never see this in a hollywood scene
Monitored day room, floor pacing, mind racing
Praying to God shouting at the devil
Sudden outburst
" THEIR THE ONES WHO'S CRAZY"
I'm just a little strange not deranged
I know that there is no tomorrow
They sit and wait insane I wanna scream
" STOP THE PAIN"
They pacify me with juice ice cream
Other snacks to calm me down
So that I want attack but still they
Watch their backs
They close me in I'm trapped
They want me to come back
They cant make it better or pull
These knives out of my back
The milk from my mothers breast I regurgitated
The sound of my fathers voice I really hated
With this pen I have to fight
I keep a list of those I would kill if I did not write
I wanna exhume the corpse of my father
Then set it on fire you can
Call me crazy it's my desire
I wanna shake my mother
Before she or I dies
I wanna shake her till she cries
Don't be surprise to see no light in my eyes
In darkness is how I survive
Sanity is vanity to me
Insane are those who believe
It's sanity they obtain
Hypocrites, scribes and Pharisees alike
Subscribed a bottle of pills
I have to hold with two hands
I carry out the plan is their intention
they do not want me here because I pay attention
I'm an all nighter a mood writer
They take my pen because I could stab
I sever a vein and write my pain in blood
I'll die for the pen my love
To kick the pain of my coagulated past
Believe me I'll go to hell just to kick the devils ass
2008 © Wize Dom
