POEM TITLE MADNESS

Clarification:you have to use all titles in one poem?

no takers?

A trip to the psychiatrist

Another doctor’s appointment tomorrow
And endlessly drugs will be my mistress.
Where are you still a king, Sorrow,
Other than my rubbish yet beautiful mind?
Why have you twisted it to its darkest best
When there is no more obtainable remission
For my soul’s already broken and under arrest.
Oh excuse me doctor if I’ve disturbed you,
How awkward, maybe it’s the gas emission?
Forgive me, it’s the drink talking.

So you say I am already twisted, Doctor?
Boo! Scared? Forgive me but I’m not like him
He is a crazy admirer following me to the shore
Of pain. And I wish it may be just a dream…
You see, my past…It’s haunted by pain
And the daily prophet states he’s back again!
Shudders, and I remember all the blood stains.
He’s there and he’s laughing, “Where are you?
Laughter is good for the soul” he says to me…
Fuck you! You’re as real as the Addams family!

Doctor, sorry, I’m only joking flawlessly
Let’s keep all that in the darkness please
Don’t write it down, may no one ever see.
Doctor, please! Stop or I will make you cease!
I’m going through changes for the best
I am now fighting an on-going battle inside
That I may never again experience regress
And pride, a mystery woman shall be my bride.
Nothing shall defeat me now there is no competition
For they cannot beat someone who is invisible…

Doctor, I’ll admit, I hear demonic whispers
“Missing CD#lyric book remains” how ambiguous
These whispers, they are nowhere near the end
May it be black magic and nothing else that lingers.
Oh, and I found a new hobby, yet…
Just sentences, nothing more, doesn’t seem
To be enough to wake me up from this dream.
Whether or not it describes how haunted my life is.
A life despite how Mary Jane let me into her knickers
is still gloomy and unfortunately precarious.

Am I a recluse slowly dying from insanity?
To be revived for Cannabis turned me into a zombie
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in the ink
And this hobby of mine, doctor, Is the final nail in the coffin.