like petals twisted from a departed snapdragon
and barbed wire pressed into the impurest skin
i’ve nettled my mind once more
obsessive compulsive disorders
engulfing nightmares taking a wrong turn to lunacy
a long road it is filled with bumps and ceaseless scrapes
the unforeseen darkness blinds my mirrors
perceptions change as the lamplights flicker
the sign reads three days but that’s too long
(would you would you would you would you would you would you)
imagining myself to be in a sell out film
i over act and over cry and over love
and i just want it to be gone.
stepping on the fucking pedal
feet just take me there
destination is near
who am i?
psychonaut 