Procrastination is bad to say the least
One of the Devils tools it's sure to be
Born through anxiety and fear
It's sure to creep
repress these tasks
No memory
So tonight you may get some sleep

Second night no sleep
My eyes uncontrollably weep
But not from emotions
From hours, open, staring
At this tiny illuminated screen
Reading your art
And trying to pertain it to my life
Haha my life
If I had a life I wouldn't
Shoot poison in my veins
And waste the night away glued
To this small illuminated
Alternate reality
Searching for some clarity
Trying to tie the hellucinations
To recently posted poems
A lot actually do seem they were written for me
You know who you are
Or maybe I'm finally crazy
I've got food on my mind
Any things fine
Then I'm ready for sleepy time

I'm angry for being angry at anyone else who is not at fault
When the fault is put rightfully on me
For I have free will says God
So it must be
a choice made only by me
Because my concentration
From outside manipulation
Has warped this will for so I am free
To misjudge this movement
That life so graciously has bestowed me
To give me and opportunity
To use my morals to check my believes
And make a decision that bennifits
All that it effects might be
So they may take this will that is
Given free
And use it for good
That is until the manipulative powers
Of those in control want to send you down a different street

Complete darkness has a scary pull
Sight our most dependent sense
Wiped out by an empty black
Leaving the other senses uncomfortably full
Causing chaos and panic
Leaving us emotional and frantic
Wanting to take the intelligent step
But crossed circuits and
Complete darkness
Makes sensory overload a tragedy
But sensory deprivation a reality
Once we have control over what we can't see
Then finding are way back to the light
Is as easy as following the breeze
By tactile rush or auditory trees
Control your mind
So you may set others free

My corruptions from the inside
Are My destructions from a blind mind
Stumbling from pit stop to rest stop
Needing more, but running out of time
Craving some real love
Receiving that hypodermic bug
From  fiending
To once again I'm clean
To get spun
Around
The insanity has yet to be seen
Or yet to be believed
That I might have a problem
A medical disease
That leaves me on my knees
Asking please, no pleading please
To God , to Satan, to any power
Magical, mystical, sweet, or sour
From a genie in a lamp
To that ***** I mean witch in her tower
To combine the blue with the red pill
To create a cure or maybe just a crazier thrill
**** there it goes again
The side of my brain
That isn't quite sane
But ingenious plots it still maintains
And executes
Just so we can taste forbidden fruit
And for a moment be in bliss
Where everything makes sense
But then we fall, no crash
Going down to fast
Burned up by atmospheric friction
Unable to grasp full attention
Atten hut
Can't stand strait from spinal tension
And acrobatic catorsions

you
That's right you
addict brain
I'm fighting to just maintain
Some normality
While you fight to obtain every psychological abnormality
That a shrink can write a script for
So you can once more
Numb our brain
So no longer you and I are at war
Because we feel nothing

Looks like I'm stuck again
The everyday struggle
Of ripping my melted shoes from the pavement just to spin
Spin spun spin I'm spun again
I think the walls can move
Closeted Little men, who knew
Ya the walls can move
I just havnt figured out they open
But still theirs time to prove
I'm not crazy I say
Well the doctors of diagnosis
Think a different way
Schizophrenic, bi-polar
Outside induced psycholors
But I know I'm sane
And the voices I hear agree
That I hear on a higher frequency
One special that was made just for me