feel bad inc.

my mind is hijacked

by a devil wanna be

he

wants me down

in the hole

he’s spent his whole life in

talks about justice and sin

no one ever wins

a race

laced

with confusion

and complicated jabber

smoke screen face

and a mouth full of blabber

diabolical and habitual

is his gaslight

take flight

ritutual.

i feel so down and damaged and used

and abused

and so far away from who i used to be

he tells me i don’t know myself

and he’s right cause this ain’t me
this ain’t who i used to be
before he came into my life

and now….

i am… trying to feel what is actually real again

the devil’s trick
is to
to inflict
trouble
and to cause pain
by inconsistent acts
that stir
then cure
and blur
out the mess
they infest
with such charm
one doesn’t see the harm
they’re in
until it’s much too late.

elevated
inflated
isolated
dissipated
enervated
operated
terminated
discombobulated

this sucks

and i want to die