Mania mania mania
Inflated ego driven callous cuntish prick
Juxtaposed thoughtful caring muse
Four fingers each socket pried open
Forced from bed each night then hopeful for function in the morning
Mania tears muse thought dead rips my brain to shreds
No sleep for me
Rats scratching at my door, walls ceiling
Over ripe bladder sleep sagged burning eyes cigarette torn lips
Crack and whip at ease in this dysfunction
This is the life people wish for and dream of in fiction or puberty
Only lies and haggard blaring in my brain
Mama tried!
And we’re everywhere wishing she had
Because somehow in her own mania our faith was broken
With control
And Jesus sung because that what he did
And we breathe because that’s all we have
And write because someone has to
