Inflection

Had enough of waiting It’s tough for a hospital patient To show logical patience His mind is spotty and Engulfed in hatrid His own whimsical pursuits are the only Thing that’s sacred Emotional vault is vacant He might be a psychotic sociopath Do things for himself That’s the only path Like a vagabond on a leash He waits for her to respond Asking him to cease Never a moment of peace If to her it’s known he’s In the vicinity Corrupt inability To stop with my obsessions end the compulsions His thoughts defined by misdirection A rocket without propulsion His mind was once so fit Now he’s irrational Ability on a sabbatical Counclusons unsound Fantastical Mathemitical Never radical He sits in his domain Addicted to cocaine Surrounded by pot Brain contains a collection of veins with objection he abstains From self reflection and the pain Comes from every direction it’s the same Yeah I’m staring at my soul Watching it It’s glares back that I’m old Man look at it collapse I’m shook this is is a relapse Psychosis after 3 tracks You know that he’s mad Don’t you? Yeah He’s insane and intransigent inflamed cypher to the game He’s likes thats he’s insane It heightens the senses in his brain He likens it to a defense he has no shame Thoughts fast, irrational like cocaine Yeah it’s so lame that the whole game Is subsumed by a cold lame Group of the savages They don’t have good metaphysics I apply my wood clever mystic I should never miss it But yeah sometimes Mania seems it accentuates Your happy but the rest just hates How you’re acting Rationality collapsing Tragedy unfolding The savage needs a scoping Pump him up the psychotropics I’m afraid yeah he likes psychosis It’s a device he holsters Makes him feel nice But his life could be over If he keeps igniting this mental coma