All the noise in my head
seems like only a few pills will stop it dead
they`ll kill that shit
but send me right back to the skids
where your clothes, shoes and skin dont fit

volitility and morbidity
are whats stopping me from achieving divinity
its a calamity
my thoughts worse than the Amity
my brain function more mangled
than a cracked  out amputee

My thoughts always darkand violent
thats why
Im so reclusive and silent
if only i could see the world like you do
all rose tinted and violet