I'm frazzled, disconnect
Can't communicate
with my mental state
It's like trying to converse
With a guy who's high as ****
On LSD or ecstacy
Mephedrone, ***,
Can't talk, can't ask for help
Brain's too ****** to talk to itself
my heart is racing
Can't stand up for long
Maybe I'm ephemera
Wasn't made to be strong
Yet I make myself an anchor
A lighthouse in foggy conditions
Someone to see and
Someone to listen

words had maddened me....
the cobwebs hanging from the drafts of the only room where I felt at home but also as if I was completely losing my mind.
his invisible hands wrapping around my throat trying to choke me.
my hands were ****** with all the truths I could not tell him,
refusing to let escape my lips and make a noise.... but slowly they were sneaking through my hands, the words running down my lips to my finger tips.
the candle lit beside me was the only light left,
not being able to reach far enough to my soul to reignite it.
paper thrown everywhere, as my only listener....
but his imprints were on everything....
including me.

God himself is his best creation,
A delusion so sublime,
It's comfort in pain,
Deemed as a symphony of insane.