Therapy

Candy dreams
And cold machines
Can't erase the horrors that I've seen.
From over the top
Of your clip-board notes
Your mocking stare
Your teasing glare
You know fully well
I'll do what I dare
And every word spoken
Every promise broken
Will eventually lead
To that final deed.

Bleeding posters
And roller-coasters
Daily life lead
Heart sewn
With needle and thread.
And every breath
Draws this cotton tighter
I can feel my head
Becoming lighter.
I lay back against this seat
To surrender my soul for you to eat
I can finally close my eyes
And admit defeat.