Half Concious

I'm killing you, but its killing me.
Schizophrenic, insomniac I'm having a fucking heart attack.
I'm dying in gloom.
Bring on the fucking swoon.
The pain is erased, I can reach the fucking moon.
The amphetamine that is my brain enlightens itself ,fights itself, denies itself, fries itself.
Salvage the wreckage, deny the sanity, and shit on the rest.
I'm trying my best.
I need to revive.
Help me to survive.
Help me,
get the fuck away from me!
The only salvation is through constant masturbation.
Its such a distinct fascination.