Falling from the Moon

[ACTIVATE SELF]

My soul is tired and my bones ache, cold lonely nights I spend wide awake
Going insane with a straight face is kind of like solitary confinement with no breaks
Prison escapes is all I think about, but I'm in no cage, in a total state of agony, but I feel no pain
If Doc diagnosed me crazy today, I'd be OKAY, I'd watch the pieces fall in place
Then implement change at a slow pace. Kind of play it by ear ya know?
It wouldn't be so lonely if I could hear the ghosts. I know that's weird for most
But I spent 7 years alone just because my mirror broke. So far as spirits go
I try my best to keep em close, I guess that's schizophrenic tho
But I don't care to live remote or swim around like fish in bowls
Surviving off a chicken bone that grants me wishes, gifts, and gold
Suppose that's superstitious, but I don't really give a DAMN!
Can't see the forest for the trees when stranded in the desert sand
Granted I take medicine to focus when I'm panicking
Reading body language tryna pass their head exam
I use to have a better plan consisting of a weathered plant
But it was unreliable, I always use to wake up dead
My dignity's intact tho, this misery's a cash flow
I scribble on a canvas, my memories in flash strokes
My brush feels the energy, the paint makes it synergy
Splashes hit the backdrop then pain turns to imagery
Brilliantly, chaotically and every other honest-'ly'
I'm obviously intoxicated, huffing paint from burning paper
Vapors fill my studio, I'm dancing in the midnight flame
My soul for a masterpiece? It's seeming like a fair exchange
Van Gogh gave his own ear! L. Wane pawned his whole brain
Basquiat sold both veins. I'm guessing it's a natural thing
To sacrifice for art's sake...expressions of a tortured mind
I pledge my life to heartache, and pay the price the Devil fines
For beauty....................