My Sanity on the Funeral Pyre

Paranoia is the insect
Working its way
Through my subconscious thoughts
It's the larve
Of my self doubt
Gestating in my heart
As I spiral down

And everything I touch is breaking
And it falls to earth in splinters
And I shiver
As every splinter finds its way
Underneath my skin
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl
Every shortcoming's a pitfall
On my way
To making amends
Within myself to be
To be what I became

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world Has made itself
My enemy
But I will stand upon my own two feet And raise
Raise my head up

I lick my wounds
Trying to cleanse the infection
Rabid and diseased
Reality fades away
When I pushed myself
Too far
A dream of emotional perfection
Has left a wounded heart
Trying to perceive
The gifts inherent inside me
It's like squeezing the trigger
It's like opening first
On everyone who's let me down
On every beautiful lie that is
That is only fiction

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world Has made itself
My enemy
But I will stand upon my own two feet And raise
Raise my head up

For the first time
I'm losing control
And I like it
Freedom feels like the noose is gone
For the first time
I'm losing control
And I like it
Freedom feels like the noose is gone