There’s a constricting tug-of-war within my heart
Arteries painfully pulling veins against my blood
Desperate to gain the upper hand for my emotions
But both end up losing, falling, and covered in mud.
That’s a goddamn stripclub travesty
Dear, not my suicide bedroom scene
So don’t break in a fucked soliloquy
That’ll break this automatic machine.
Nothing but demarcation on magnanimous affairs
The indisposition scurrilous of a conniption share
If I commiserate my pretense for synaptic humans
Will they hold my head under to inject tryptophan?
I repudiated my own self-blames
I’ll shut the closet, elucidate this game
If I emancipate my bastard whim
Shall it be considered a cavalcade sin?
Calamity, that’s my designated appellation’s lacklustre
I’m a raging typhoon tantrum, an unmitigated disaster
I wreck lives, dishevel memories, or command discord
So stay away from me, I can ruin you with mere words.