HOSPIOMEDMANIC
“There were nights during a psychiatric stay for mania that I would suddenly wake up from my heavily medicated sleep and would start writing poems. For me, I have a whole bunch of WEIRD manic writings and paintings. Until now, I’ve kept them hidden…let’s share some more of my crazy shall we!? I call these two…(dun, dun, dun)…HOSPIOMEDMANIC RAMBLINS.”
Straight outta’ a dead sleep
I wonder about the time
Care more about my mind
Zoplicone, Clonazepam, Lithium, Abilify, At-i-van
I think I can
I think I can
I – think – I – can
Dead sleep you say?
I’m awake and alive
Alive n’ well (?)
Alive in HELL
Why is alive so hard to tell?
Nightmares oh nightmares
I sit up straight
Hallucinate
Subjugate
Confiscate
E-LIM-IN-ATE
Time is ticking, awake again
My nightmares, my friends
Time is ticking, can’t get to sleep
Fuck all the counting, shoot the sheep
Deep breaths to calm me down
Things all around to help me ground
My insanity sits without a sound
Peace will not be found
Make my mind silent
Make my visions nonviolent
Leave him out, put him in
Doesn’t really matter, sin and begin
Exes, foes, mistakes of the past
Why does this shit even last?
Suck them out and HANG to dry
Maybe then I’ll cease to cry.
Written by: leeleeroux
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