Strung out

I was lost and confused within my own pain.

For I was the one who was slained and drained

Strung out like a broken yo-yo

I have scars that are darker than cocoa

A drug, white pill, keeps me in reality

Problem are problems and thats straight actuality

Teeth like a squirrel, and veins like snakes 

I was told every med, would prevent mistakes

Daring every night I'm sleepless in bed

Tell me Doc, your not there ? Not there yet.

I understand your medicalology, isnt philosophy

But dont impose your false ideals, its no chronological

Order up , order up, hug batches of medicinal red candy.

This red chair reminds me of Raggedy Andy 

A dalmation dog  on the ceiling, clockwise

My black shirt, rum stench, smells nice as it drys

Im in the void again, same place same time

But these pills make it feel like nothing applies