Cluttered

Running in circles and I am feeling cornered

Overstimulated brain, it is helter-skeltered

Feelings I don't understand, I am in a boiler

Screaming out loud all night, waking up feeling unbothered

To the bookstore, need some pen and new pads

Write and then rip them , maybe burn them to shards

Poker with life, blistered hands with bloodied cards

Lemons, selling lemonade with no one at my stands

I know where death lives, I have knocked on his door, once

Aftermath, wake up from slumber, daily on my pulse

Hera found out, so now I can't think of myself, gone

Be the ball while life and death plays the ping pong

Calling heaven a lot lately but with a burner

Hoping darkness doesn't envelope and mails me, dear Father

How much longer would you look on whilst i suffer?

I am not asking for too much, just a glass of water, dear Father

The clay and you're the potter

Frankstein and I'm the monster

Walking the end of the tunnel but the light moves further

I try to speak positively but I barely believe the words I utter

Maybe that's why things aren't changing, so why bother ?

Like Moses, you see things in me while I see my stutter

I try to clean upstair but it is in disorder

Trying to fix the puzzle but I don't know the order

So I am asking you since you know the format

Before my PQRST takes a nap and decides to lay down flat.