I keep my insanity locked up real good, for no one need see it and yet if I could, I’d let it all out and set life all ablaze and claw my way out of this sans logic maze.
The box that I lock is sealed tight every night, yet the demons within never sleep, only fight. They reject all my efforts to keep them at bay and release demon drops through my gilded cage day.
The Crazy I keep in this box bolted shut, likes to toy with my Good as I rage and I cut, as I scream and I yell in this cold fucking hell, I lash out and myself, drain my own Sweetness Well. My expression contorted like ice melting fast, swearing fuck you and fuck YOU this kick is your last. Yet the rage and the hatred, the anger and lies, the blood stopping, soul chopping me in disguise, the one that says just fucking stop the sun dead, the angry young girl trapped inside my own head, the fear and the Shame and the just take the blame, the ugliness pouring like fucked acid rain, the use and abuse of the quieter me, the monster I am that you won’t fucking see, I shove it all down in that box, rotting black and I sleeplessly dream all my sanity back.