No hope just old distraught sighs
And malady ridden damaged brains
Scrambling ever so gently, calmly
Over years by pills for mental sprains
Chiefly doled out mind twisters
Storm chasers at your heels play
More damage done in the name of recovery
How many tears must I cry to be free
Life and all its tired complications
Pale into fury, irksome anecdotes said
Love built on a loom, worn out colours
Desires a wall imprisoning rue and regret
My young brain is failing, crumbling
I can feel and hear bleak sustenance
Pouring as if mercury into my veins
The mirrors face in terror of crazed countenance