Internal struggle

Conversations with beings, I'm seeing
teaching me to defeat weakness,
don't know what day of the week it is.
Eternal procrastination,
builds up like constipation
No matter the occupation, or fascination.
Thoughts should be thought out, and translated.
Internal manifestations, leave crazy patients
screaming they could have made it,
before they hit the pavement.
Regrets expand,
leaving you fat and old,
cold and alone,
telling stories untold.

On thought preventing, pill prescriptions,
writing thought provoking, ill scriptures.
Trying to paint a picture.
Vent the viciousness,
ill thoughts and maliciousness.
Wouldn't want to witness,
this creature inside.

He sits and cries,
tries to contrive, how to escape my thoughts.
Confined to my mind, like Pandora's box.
Awfully thoughtless,
I've never thought less of evil.

Keeping me in a thick haze,
trying to cancel my sequel.
But I remain, and pray, to stay diligent.
And look forward,
to imminent intimate times,  
with other people.
Despite my internal
troubles with evil.