life is over
it has come to an end
I cannot go any lower
I feel like shit
my head filled with crap
I cannot think straight
I'm about to snap
going insaine
or thats what my doc says
that I'm loosing it
I wait and count the days
that I have as a saine person
its not long now
I feel reason slipping away
my imagination is taking over
paranoia is here to stay
I'm one psychotic motherfucker

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.