drugged into incapacitation,
poisoned - with a word,
embracing every leap.
no more logic,
t'was left with the dozen of
masks at your door.
no rhyme - it's not a song -
an elegy, perhaps,
for peace lost,
faux rationale, which
still - kept me alive.
don't you dare to
hold my wrists -
there's no way i'll go:
to stay
in this world
is way tougher.
Let me dive into the
C-two H-six one-O.
Let me bite my hands
when you make me cry,
it matters -
the heart-rate increased time
when-you-show-how-you're-better.
would you like a hit
to topple the charts?
elation doesn't make songs -
misery might.
tell the Canis L. to leave
throw her out of the
Maz-Mitsubishi
on i-35.
hand the squalor to me,
lets share the bliss,
let me have the ache.