meth mimics mania

contradiction created

in my mind

I find a sick sense of therapy conflicting is the fact

that that's the place that scares me

such awaited anxiety on the church I hold inside of me

I think I'm all that's left not schizophrenic

unlike the ones that created

this world and everything in it

people wasting time in church and acting pure

Leaving that place with their heads no longer hung

Thinking all is forgiven

for what they have done

like they and the lord are one

like a skank or a dealer

Theres a church on every corner how sad is it that the devil is their coroner

I wish these people would be more simplistic

forget the s**t and be more realistic

look in your mind

and find the truth

realize only you

can find the good in you

like in my mind I And a sick

sense of beauty

all my precious thoughts let loose

And Pulsating through me

let it take over

not medicated like when you knew me

so intricate like a web

that you wouldn't understand me that's why I guess I'm the only one voro sees for

- I see the truth and the Problem isn't me

God and the devil are one in the same

in this never ending cycle

why do I feel like the only one whos sane ?