I feel it like a panic frenzy crawling up and then back down my spine.
I smell the it in the air is someone's dashboard up in flames.
I get a taste in my mouth like dirty pennies had just filled it up.
Oh fuck! My neorotransmitters are about to run amok.
when i have a grand mall seizures they seem to take me at their leisure.
Now once again i am sitting here feeling burnt like i am fighting off a three
digit fever. spaced out in pain pulling glass out of my face at my place bleeding once again in
the pain of the am. hours. I wish i was out picking those red purple perfect flowers I love to milk collect what liquid they bleed. I be numb and then some yeah good opium that would get me close in a ample dose so close like I would be nodding out. instead it's a concussion to my head. my scalp is cut it shows so how my day goes. I wonder constantly why the fuck did I get cursed and always end up injured more and more and it gets to making life a fucking chore. I don't know what is in store they get to hardcore I don't have any choice it's die or win the war fits caused by this may finally take away this life mood swings they slice like knives it's fucked me pushed far away my last wife . twitching bleeding my body gets one more beating it continues eating away at me this disorder is eating me alive.