la manie

it’s nothing, it’s everything

it’s the stuff fraying at the edges

it’s the goo left in-between

 

try to outwit it, run and escape it

but it’s clever, it’s faster

go blind when that mania warps shit

 

it’s nothing, it’s everything

the ailment that’s in your brain

leaving us stuck in-between

this too

this too shall pass

I need you to think 

as you look past that jagged piece of glass

sitting on your counter reminding you

of that blood tainted dream 

you dreamt last night 

remember the dread and then relief

hang on to that fleeting feeling of fright 

 

this too shall pass

I need you to think

as you look into

that pool of blue sinking 

stupid girl

I know what you’re thinking 

but turn away

don’t let that horrid image stay 

 

this too shall pass

I need you to think 

when he warps and wraps

his sickness into your brain

makes you turn into ice

when his vapor speaks

breaks you into a thousand pieces

that slide about his pacing feet

 

this too shall pass

I need you to think 

of how much more you’ll take

how much more will you take?

wait till he turns his back 

then scramble your way out 

forget your shoes and move 

don’t look over your shoulder

 

just run, fly

much like that flock of massive crows

with their black and blue feathers

that match your arms

match your soul

depart, feel no pain

as the spiny palms try

to stop you in vain

 

this too shall pass

I need you to think

as you look past your life gone mad

hold back your blinding tears

let the ghostly syllables

play about in your ears

I need you to hear

this too shall pass

panic

the panic waits till I’m asleep

lifts me from my unstable trance

to remind me that I need to feel it

that panic echoes in my ears 

“Yes, Sheila, you’re going to feel it.”

 

makes my heart jump and skip 

as I peel my shirt from my chest

start chanting prayers 

visualize where he’s at 

start covering him in prayer 

imagine angels by his door

his sleeping body under its wings 

 

tell the panic to leave me alone 

let’s go back to that unstable sleep

then tomorrow I’ll feel it, I promise 

“Yes, Sheila, you’re gonna feel it.”