The Writing
Multiplied with a Negative
Multiplied with a negative, pessimism’s taking hold
Mycelium in my veins, decaying as I mold.
“Just keep swimming”, that’s what Dory said,
Drowning in circles got me seeing red.
Like a slave with a window, yearning to be free,
Taking more than I can bleed, like drilling oil from the sea.
The tank’s already empty, there’s nothing more to squeeze,
Infectious as it spreads, it’s impossible to appease a disease.
But no insurance will cover this pre-existing condition,
Self medicating I’m practicing some reciprocal inhibition.
That’s where you take a scenario that otherwise causes stress,
And find a way to make it help you decompress.
But that doesn’t always work with the pains that manifest,
A supreme screaming in your head, followed by pounding in the chest...
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Excuse the ellipses, I had to take a moment,
To clear my head of this fucking torment.
Just crumbling herb like my name was Andre,
Numb down the mind as I drift away.
Temporary is this relief, I know it’ll be back,
Like brushing your teeth, knowing tomorrow there’ll be more plaque.
I’m tired, exhausted from this waste,
Freedom’s the one flavor I’ve yet to taste.
Restricted at the pass, there a toll to cross
My wealth’s been magnetized, how can I degauss?
Where’s my reset button, unplug my damn router,
Oh, I see what you’re after, just handing me the gunpowder.
I’m already ruined, I’m already broken,
Your game cost a dollar and I’ve only left one token.
This ride is making me sick and I want to get off,
They got me right where you wanted, I can hear their scoff.
But I’m not going to beg, and fuck giving a plead,
This is my life God damned it! I refuse to secede!
Though a tempting way out, every other weekend I get a reminder,
Of why I must continue to jump in this industrial grinder.
So it can spit me out again, a little less than before,
It won’t be long before this too has an encore.
Well, this has served its purpose, though I still feel blue,
These words are in echo that briefly obstruct my view.