My Own Fantasia for selfish debate
Free tickets to dive into my head
The narrator has given my directions
Too many choices at these intersections
The poison isn’t free
It will slowly kill you for a fee
Almost anything to anesthetise myself
I’ll drink your brew to to maintain poor health
Every man lies, every man dies
Try this voice for size
I endure a healthy level of insomnia
Brought on by lack of liquid euphoria
I get lost in my own petty insanity
It makes more sense than profanities
The visuals hardly exist
The noise, it always persists
Never speaks of positivity
The evil lurks in my productivity
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Mine are on sale on this dusty shelf
Read me and then erase me, delete me
You stupid schizoid, if only you could see
This disease belongs to me