The Mind Bends To A Will Of Its Own

They said it's all in my head

Like that's not the fucking problem

Searching for a feeling

A semblance familiar

Floor to the ceiling

The wall of eyes leering

Fruition of anxieties

Suicide analogies

All I want is an exit

All I am is a nervous wreck

Wrong inflection, disconnection

Feel the essence shift

Armageddon premonition

I think myself sick

Leave me where you found me

Free me from the grey

Before I wind up dead

Drag me out of my head

I'm a perpetual deficit, made of missing pieces

Absence in my chest, screw loose in my head

Rorschach, fever dreams

In fucking hell, but home it seems

Leave me where you found me

Leave me in the grey

While the mind bends to a will of its own

They said, it gets easier

But I'm starting to think they lied to me

Lie to me

Migraine like a freight train

Mind gone down the sink hole

Nothing for me here

Might drive home, with my eyes closed