The psychosis war is almost like a hive. <br />Always busy, always at it,24/7. <br />Sometimes the two sides seem balanced. <br />Sometimes I'm just outta my mind I can't pick neither. <br />Who is to take the lead of my decision? <br />The one I want the most? <br />Or the one I need the most? <br />Kinda like putting down a drug. <br />A war within a war is just unheard of. <br />One side is dull and the other is effulgence. <br />But what is my destiny? <br />To become a jack in the box? <br />The chances of that is very slim. <br />The hands of the two legged creature is there to unopen. <br />Does this seem like a bunch of jabber? <br />I could careless, you can tie my neck with a kink. <br />Somehow the thought of my mental war attracts me. <br />Attracting like as like. <br />Sorta magnetic, like the junk food I eat <br />Almost to the point of a chronic-addiction. <br />Who says that I can't have the good of both worlds? <br />I'll take what I need, just as I take bits of cultures. <br />Well, maybe someday I can finally come to my senses. <br />But at the moment I'm just sorta glum.<br /><br />Samuel Claddagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-psychosis-war/
