dear soul how can you cry yourself to sleep there is anger to be expressed my mind is so packed in tight likeĀ 23clowns in a smart car my own neurotic foot is forcing thoughts that would make the earth puke into my mouth these words ain't mine but the hurt is what I wanna show you the hurt that made cry blood, I spit tears for those illusions you stuffed into me bloating my mind knowing my ego would fallow you looked for a switch to through a reason to bail a new way to escape but i can't blame you I run from my heart too I stood by as confusion ransacked what Lil sanity I had left I opened a door asked for a cool breeze and got that and a storm more of emotion the air was coo now its always hot in my head the world tastes my bitter spite but not the knife I am ready to make it bleed like my heart but this new airĀ has tricked me twords the door but humbly to love or the illusion of i abide to simply obey like some sorta insominatic patient addicted to your pills I truley am "love sick" the cure would seem to be love but all i found are generics write me something strong for the pain doc write me what love deserves,