Poetic Woes and Throes

Give me something tangible Before I come unglued in this House of horrific mirrors Staring at myself Sanity coming detached from me Someone tore the threads and now the glue is Painfully ripping at my scars Someone took the thread out of me And now I'm just the pieces Of mangled body parts I can't adjust Give me something tangible Give me something plausible Torn to shreds by this existential horror I call life as I am fed through the Lifeless all it blows back into a new Incarnation of misery only to wilt forgotten Give me something plausible It's almost time to hit the crisis point Before a darker slumber now awakening this time I need imbicle Admissible, splitting from my happiness And my darker shadow self Somewhere I am seen luminally The other part is put upon a shelf Collecting dust like my own self worth And the way I perceive me The way I can't believe me The voices lead me down and out And on the off switch goes Burning out but I can't feel it But I see it all A tragedy or so it seems A dreamless sleep without a rhyme or reason But the benefits of rest won't Gleefully visit me Gleefully visit me Gleefully I'm Snowing in cage with all my rage To a weather forecast for tomorrow Not coming quicker or at all Just delayed, just delayed In this pile of corpses that I've made Built upon the segways Just like impotent rage I can't display Or release the demons Elevated by pressure Sure I'm fine until the next time Do you have a pill strong enough to keep me Safe in this flesh prison I'm looking for I'm looking for a way out of me Can you see me from myself I'm looking for A way out of me Give me something tangible Give me something plausible Give me something plausible It's all a fucking mess like watching a car wreck All you can do Is all you can do All you can do Is all you can do All you can do Is what you can do And sometimes, sometimes it's nothing Sometimes it's nothing Sometimes it's nothing Nothing you can do Except gaze upon the tragedy And just experience the travesty And just gaze upon the aging time Is linear or something What's that jargon gonna do to help me Through my disease called being What's that jargon gonna do With my disease called being Disease called being Being the disease The virus called humanity Humanity, the virus built in me Hard, hard to kill All that is good Infected with Iniquity Infected with Iniquity Infected with Iniquity The infection hardwired in me