A Poem In a Storm

I sat down to write,/

and this what came out./

It's the same life,

same mind,

just a different feeling./

What the fuck is this,/

sadistic mad man's business?/

Where implying you're a God makes you more than human./

You're nothing more than me;

nothing more than human./

There ain't no rules to this shit,

beyond reason./

Anything hidden means something's not right./

We live in a world where the mind's constant fights/

become a barrier to living better lives./

The voices symbolize nothing more than the moments where I die./

There's something good inside that I learned when I was five./

The day my parents split I first saw my father cry./

Less emotion lately, but the memories are there./

The only serum is the freedom in the air./

It may seem like I don't care,/

but when everything bothers me/

it's hard for me,

honestly,

to do more than a comedy./

I write this tragic comedy to celebrate atonomy./

These words keep me free from the trapper's snare./