"I Feel as though I need to Bleed."

My heads pounding
It's beating against every
brick that's built-up the...
wall that surrounds it

I beat it against every
one steadily, contemplatively

My fucking, "O.C.D," doesn't
help because I count each
hit that I make, obsessively

And if I were to mis-count,
it'd put me to the brink of
insanity

So give me my, "Xanex," to
relieve my agitation and,
"Tramadol," for the inflammation
"Hydrocone," for all the aches
and pains and such shit
And my fifth to make persist
And lastly some loud, "Metal-core,"
in my minds play-list to brighten
my day

I sometimes feel as though I
can't take all of this
It sucks that I need these to
tolerate this place
But these, "Necessary-Evils,"
give me the brevity that I need
And a pen and scrap of paper
to bleed the veins of my soul

It's funny how much that I have
proclivities to this, "Blessed Writing
Bliss," I'm not anemic
But each day that I breath, I'm
renewed with new musings and
Daemons of which myself I need
to relieve