Ode To The Over Thinking Insomniaddict

One-sheep-two-sheep-three sheet whore
 Black sheep-lost sheep-six feet no more
 It's highly pastime to cast away stones
 So a hardened heart will soften
 If we let bygones be gone bye bye Just a tad little bit more often
 Found left alone in my own wake
 At my own wake
 Waking up coughing in my coffin
 So that's the bed I got to lie in
 A dirt nap is what their talking
 Well I ain't made that flower bed yet
 For now I'm just a dead man sleepwalking
 Shadowy shapeless sights by candle the light
From the wax and the wick is relentless like wickedness
 Only restlessness for the twicked twistedness
 For the OCD inflicted
 Or is it a gift rather for the gifted
 Perhaps ADHD is given gifts
 We got gave to us
 To be perpetually uplifted
 To be inflicting an uplifting
 Will I ever get any rest or peace
 It's been nearly a year dreams of her won't cease
 The beautiful side living inside this beast
 The living deceased
 Double visions of the incisions
 My scars hide in each crease
 Times of famine bringing gratitude
 To the table to feast
 In the meantime there's memories of utmost
 Heartfelt I love you's at least
 It's rare rarely that anyone wants things to be fairly and square
 It's the unfair advantage we really want
 Not to be level and fair and that's rarely rare
 If I am a functioning addict
 I'm malfunctioning at best
 But I digress from the disaster to a mess
 Like a storm out of the east moving west
 The bright side never looked more dim
 Dimmer than the chance that never looked more slim
 Slimmer than an outcome that never looked more grim
 Grimmer than a reaper with a pocket full of sin
 We're always alive among the living
 When it's our time that death interrupts us for the meeting
 And dead we'll indeed be when we reach the grave for graves greeting
 After a break-up the best way to get over one
 Is to get under one they said
 But fukk it I got on one and up I sped
 I can't even get the fukk out of my head
 I can't even bear to go to bed
 I just pass out in my chair instead
 For three hours or four
 No less no more any more the dreams
 Have become so obscene so vividly unclean
 The goings-on and scenes keenly seemingly was unforeseen
 I'm neither here nor there not even between
 I'm not anywhere somewhere or no where
 I'm elsewhere I guess is what I'm trying to say to mean
 The long term side effects of regret
 Is like a bizarre collection of things I can't recollect
 Perplexed in a complex Quagmire like a hex
 Trying to define and dissect indirectly in a direction I can't correctly direct
 and that I just don't get
 It infects me with neglect I can't sidestep or forget
 I accept to expect withdrawing reconnects
 Withdrawals and disconnects on the spot marked I am the X
 I am vexed I am a wreck
 Wretched in wrecking the reckoning I wrecked I reckon
 You can't get high everyday day and expect to get high everyday
 Or high will become normal and not what it was
 Then when sobriety becomes the new high you'll just say no and you'll never want to catch a buzz
 The only thing worse than living in this like this this way
 Is dying in this like this this way
 Anxiety makes me feel like I've been buried alive
 and I don't want to die
 A study showed that 98% of users never fully recover and stop getting high
 You'd be surprised how bad tweakers lie
 They be high as fukk and say they've stopped getting high
 But you can see the truth
 by the black in their eyes
 So that tells me that 2% lied
 Well maybe not
 Maybe 1% did and 1% died
 But when you live by the sword
 It's by the sword you will abide
 Holding down the floor that breaks the fall
 Is the misspellings and scribbles legitimately on the wall
 Between the lines if you read to the right
 Encrypted is a curse literally in calligraphy so articulate
 In the cursive writings of the wrongs to the left
 Splits illegitimately two ways
 For the illiterate in triplicate
 I've never had a high time
 That didn't end on a low note
 And I've never had a come down
 That didn't start with a high hope
 Until it's over it ain't over
 Until that phat lady
 Hits the high note
 She's a left-handed bitch
 and she can't spell for sh*t
 But when you hear her clear her throat
 That's all she wrote
 Row row roll your boat ever so gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily Merry Christmas life is but a dream
 WAKE UP! (WAKE UP)
GRAB A BRUSH AND PUT A LITTLE MAKEUP
(a little bit)
HIDE YOUR SCARS TO FADE AWAY THE SHAKEUP (YOU WANTED TO)
WHY'D YOU LEAVE THE KEYS UPON THE TABLE (YOU WANTED TO)
HERE YOU GO CREATE ANOTHER FABLE
(YOU WANTED TO)