Fish For A Thought

Sitting here, waiting for forever to pass,

So I fill up my drinking glass,

with more liquor,

to make these days go quicker,

mixed with the pills they prescribe,

to erase all the bad vibes,

created by my mind's torture,

of my own order,

From the kingdom of my conscious,

the world becomes obnoxious,

and from hell comes my anxiety,

That makes me reject this wicked society,

That I created blindly,

But of this love, and hate there's little difference,

and from each other they wish for deliverance,

But they are twins of the same seed, 

with the same wants, and the same need,

of my very attention,

that form these different dimension,

as the time ticks away on my life's clock,

I try to solve my very paradox,

But even through the eye of logic,

What heals my soul is also toxic.