The Bridge

My comic relief is insanity
That’s the only release or it’s the death of me
Hysteria chilled in a bottle
The theory is what I call the Unbalanced Model
It’s a natural chemical reaction between survival and insecurity
A defense mechanism when bridges crumble- Insanity
Maniacal laughter when face to face with adversity
It continues to stab and break me
Yet I continue to laugh
Satan’s hand I grasp
As he whispers lies into my ears
I head his word- fears
Yet I laugh- tears
As the end of the black spiral nears
Feed me no more pain
Deceive me not, release my strain
Worries of the implosion of my heart seen so plane
Answer me this, even now is your plan still to drive me insane