One Way Or The Other

 Do you stop dead in your track to retract or distract to think before you act
 Or in fact remain relaxed intact and on impulse react on impact back on the attack
 Displeased and at ease as the deep freeze from this disease has crept up on me
 Mentally decrepit I tried to appease seizing the day then attempting to seize it all I dropped the ball
 Now I've been seized up in my leisure from this seizure
 How quickly away morals of the story they flee
 The concept of death now overwhelmingly appears crystal clear that perhaps the tragedy of my reality is to go out apparently a fatality in totality
 As I psychosomatically breathe in to life in tragic disbelief my
Incomplete mortality
 To death I bleed and speed and plead please hear me pleas
 indubitably indeed the need to be free must be deeply seeded and habitually repeated
 How I retreated inconceivably just to concede
 Stigmatized I'm so unpleasantly surprised with how I've agonized
 My heart becoming galvanized    
As I have rationalized in deep thought why all living things must die
 Life's longer lives is the prize for the wise despite the will to stay alive the wicked it denies
 Cut short in stride by lust stained lives becoming pointlessly petrified needlessly to be rectified
 It is what is or it was what I thought I knew
 Truly to be untrue for me if not truly to be true for you too
 It is through the unknown we will find the new
 So think this one through and through
 With no assistance taking the path of least resistance
 Consistent with persistence seeping and leaking seeking to level its own plane
 As down goes the drain trickles drips and drops
 Streaming to ripples as rivers deliver the slivers then tripled
 it cripples the cash crop rushing and gushing then crushing to the tip top
 Hushing unclaimed to be maimed and proclaimed untamed
 Prophetically pathetic how it's profoundly mundan
 It's so Spectacularly unsound epically ordained resoundingly unfound as it's unbouningly rewound
 Marred I am the scars that are
 Unsophisticated and dilapidated I'm going to rack and ruin is how I'm doing
 Incapacitated from the instigation initiated with an overly anticipated suicidal overtone
 Unabated and unable to negate or reciprocate so much more of it there isn't as I lack so very much to be inexact
 Everything is a miss from there to then to that from this
 I've made a muck of messing up inside shaken up so loused up and banged up I'm fukkd up
 It's all becoming hysterically a spectacle
 Asymmetrically unexceptional intellectually impeccably unacceptable
 Medicalization with the medicinal mentality is politically irreparable highly unethical yet socially acceptable
 Pills will kill you so be skeptical or susceptible
 To self-medicate is not criminal the implications are commonsensical cynical studies prove it not clinical
 Theoretical solutions idealistically are actually ridiculously idiotic realistically
 Hypocritical intrusions underlined by design with sociopathic delusions will intertwine and redefine
 Hypothetically the unnatural confusions with seclusion in conclusion is an illusion of reclusion
 With wealth and health being the first two things to be put dead last
 Where is it they always ask
 Well I'm fukkd up and on the regular I stay up fukkd and then that bucks me up and then the more I fuk up
 So I'd probably prefer to go reup to stay high as fukkin mutha fuk on the double up
 So nevermind a checkup I know my time is about up so I'm shagging ass to get home so I can smoke up on this 8ball and get blown up
  With all due respect up fuk the shut as I go past do you really think I give a fuk about a vaccine or a mask
This life I couldn't get past it so it's all in the past this too shall pass
 Misplaced, displaced, replaced Lastly in between the rock and a hard spot is my place
 It's all the same dark damn place
 In a confined space void of grace with a bloody aftertaste of all the things I wished I could but couldn't erase
Irate in a state of mind expired and out of date
 laced with hate to irritate I'm face to face with facing it facing my fate
Faithfully the fall from grace that I couldn't face      
Here I now face fatefully here I have raced
In such a fast pace hastily hurrying I left everything in waste
 Just to get here where no one can hear me in this loathsome cold dark dreary unheard of place
defaced
 With much further ado a point here was to be made where did I put it at where does it lay
 Who's calling now as I'm speed balling down I was thinking about Bozo the clown do you remember Cookie
 My best guess at best for playing speed chess with success in recess was a test
 All along a lesson in a lesson deprivation of thought was it taught or was it brought
 The latter of the two lesser evils had been begot in my distraught with a perplexed subplot from a restricted spot
 Instinctively through predictive thought after it I sought with lungs full of pot
So there is not where the burdens I bear are shared in a kaleidoscope the colors caught
 Here with burdening fear wide open bare and broken to pieces where peace is not
 Here is where I get it
 This is what I got to be or to be thy not
With reluctance I choose right but thought left
 Give me the ability to feel tranquility in rest and you can have all the rest of what's left of the meth
 In the fraction of a second the moment you hesitate to stop and contemplate can be too late
 In a confused state unable to relate or retaliate or think straight
 In the time it takes to stop and sigh is all the time it takes to die or cheat death and stay alive
 In the single moment it takes to stop and take in a breath can mean the difference literally between saving life or greeting death