The Mistresses of Psychosis

Chapter 1 Serenading the Dark Mistress.

The eyes are the first to lose its light.

Losing its innocense to a starless night.

Sanity shot down from its mundane flight,

To spiral down into an abyss of madness.

I've cried my eyes blind.

I've wailed my throat sore.

I've detained myself behind.

I've bruised my skin raw.

Just for a taste of you, my love.

Just for a hit of you, my love.

Voice of reason drowns beneath the waves of despair.

Ego now crucified when esteem seems beyond repair.

Misery weighs down deeper as the body struggles for air.

Bite the full-blown psychosis the pyche can never be prepared.

I'll crawl to the ends of the world.

I'll swim oceans if I tire and get cold.

I'll sell my soul for a few counterfeits.

I'll not stop to rest till i find a fix.

All just for a taste of you, my love.

All just for one kiss of you, my love.

Chapter 2 Killing Ms.Strange D'Novitol

The eyes are always the first to lose its light.

See them spin like roulette balls in the eye sockets.

Substances does not equate to sustenance tonight.

Life can be divided and stuffed into the pockets.

Along with the jingling change.

Along with mingling Ms.Strange.

She says,

"Let the ashes fall wherever they may,

for tomorrow you cannot touch today.

Say what you need to say.

Share your thoughts before the great decay."

The soul is always the first to be charred like the withering lungs.

As black as the raven scraping its beak on the tombstone.

Sanity now becomes too scarred to right the wrongs.

As slack as the bipolar musician peaking on the trombone.

Alone with critters of change.

Alone with bitter Ms.Strange.

She says,

"Let the leaves fall wherever they may,

For your hopes and dreams will find a way.

Share your experiences without delay.

With these words she bled away."

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