Snap

Sick of this
Business
  Tired of clumsy words
From Shakespearean mouths

  More pills
1...2...3..4..5
5 a day
Because fruit and veg
just ain't hitting the right spot

So I let pills invade my skull
Telling me wrong from right
begging me to have belief in them

The pharmaceuticals
are my Gods
Now

My life is a thread
I tread, nice and light
but it will snap
As I lose control
As I lose myself
To the sway of
Insanity's soundtrack

Do not knock on this door
You will not find a place to rest
You will find reactions, reflections
Of the self in how I spit in your face
You will find horror behind the
Bittersweet painted smile
Where a frown
Lies dormant

Decently
Becoming my
Only company.