Psychotic

My mind is a cage I can’t escape
It blinds my eyes, my heart it breaks
The fire that burns beneath my skin
The painful heat that’s trapped within
I cannot breath when when they’re around
Their beautiful words drive me to the ground
A soft touch crushes my lungs
As I try to sing what’s left unsung
My sanity is left as a horrific fantasy
Lost in a reality that never existed
With no chance of amnesty
Both my mind and heart are twisted
Power’s flowing through my veins
Trapped inside, as if wrapped with chains
Dragging me down, blocking my throat
Changing every last word I wrote
Silky lies hide beneath my eyes
Constantly creating a new guise
Ripping and tearing and pulling apart
Loving how I have to restart
They slip through my lips, though I clamp close my mouth
My life slowly dying due to this drouth
Inky tears fill my eyes
As my life I try to rewrite
But it’s too late for my free will has died
My mind is a cage I can’t escape
Filled with fragments of thoughts, songs and hate
My heart bleeds black as my sins are revealed
Raggedly resewn, but somewhat healed
I guess I’m not crazy, just slightly psychotic
But, truly, reality’s far more chaotic.