Abstract thoughts

Infatuation of our mind, we're all monsters of our own device sweet headaches in the morning are what keep me alive, this vice that holds my dark feelings you felt with your mouth . If I could paint you a picture my soul would be the medium and the canvas is the desire to keep you from being with him. I don't know if I'm crazy or the only one sane maybe you feel the same  it seems as though you are the main source of my rain, came and went lived a whole week without thinking of you now I know it was poorly spent look back to the memories of our relationship sharply bent you make me sick but who will I eventually convince stuck inside a mine of razor fence