found an old notepad, decided to post

[Bodey]

somethin almost always seems wrong cuz i'm an obsessive hyperchondriac
but nothin seeks to move on in the mind of a bright insomniac
thoughts on the attack all the time
cuz i'm conned into facts that arent actually facts half the time
every good thing we had, society got rid of it
and that's just one little shrivel to my anxiety's derivative
splashes of inner acids arent so spastic when i'm blasted
off these self-induced fantastics, feelings the never lasted
teenage addicts so dope at it, these kids learn to die with passion
thoughts jammed up in traffic, bitch burn alive, unfasten
give our minds a break, or at least a clear perspective
no brain food on the plate so it's time to get obsessive
create our mistakes of shit, live and wallow our own shit
bake up cakes of shit so we can swallow our own shit
and just absorb some more shit, til we cant even handle it
my pores stink so bad of bullshit i'd explode if a candle's lit
so tired of this hell burning scars on my soul
so scared that if i fell i'd be stuck in a hole
never got a sense of self unless of course i was stoned
so i'll indulge in the caffeine
stabilize my moods with a few puffs of the nicotine
pacin circles in the street to weigh out thoughts of wicked scenes
and i could never see a way to climb out this fiend
that takes over me while i'm gettin chased in my dreams
just to awake from my sleep after it strangles esteem
man i cant WAIT for the day that i get back at this beast
soak its sorry ass in gasoline and smile as it starts to scream
do exactly as it did to me and poke a hole in what was clean
drain out everything they deemed serene
but still have dreams of chocolate-covered dopamine