That dull, constant tone as life gives out.
You’re on a bleak streak, you need to fight this, how?
All you can do is take things one day at a time.
Don’t be a tourist be a Buddhist.
Embrace life and live it to its fullest.
This you say with balled fists.
Cos it’s rough, you’re dealing in tough love.
You can never be fulfilled by something that is never enough.
Like that scene in Trainspotting, babies crawl the ceiling as you sweat it out rotten.
Body convulsing as you fight.
Feeling like you’re wrapped in cotton.
And from the depths of your conscious demons call to you.
In that silky, filthy way that sirens do.
And like a mug, you follow blind.
Like Alice down the rabbit hole, you’ve gone in cold but all you’re doing is further twisting your mind.
Looking for that sweet, calming rush.
Something disarming that destroys you quietly with minimal fuss.
And no one understands that you’re a walking corpse.
Most people would baulk at your morbid thoughts.
Dark and twisted, you’re a sick fantasy.
Your better self sneers cos you’re proper odd to see.
Then you have a zen moment and veer towards perfect clarity.
You’re now the eye of the storm.
But your brain forever plays cruel games.
It’s high time you were reborn.
And lately, searing flames really burn through your veins like liquid nitrogen.
If you could just get through this then tomorrow you’d be right again.
It’s your thing to beat… or face defeat and feel forever low.
You wish your seratonin could fill out stadiums but right now you can’t sell a show.
This realisation hits you hard.
Hammering down with every blow.
But moods are fleeting.
There’s no sense feeling defeated as they come and go.
You gotta roll with the punches and let your mind ebb and flow.
Surf troughs of paranoia and waves of euphoria as you try to grow.
Hell, it’s a snowstorm.
Embrace the blizzard and just let it snow.
You’ll either freeze to death or blaze bright like the phoenix.
But if you don’t try you’ll never know.