Almost no air in the lungs.
Slippery surface in mind.
I am seeking for drugs
Able to make me blind.
Still I'm looking for face
Finding the way out.
I haven't enough space,
Allowing me loudly to shout.
Let me take in my hand
Piece of matter of yours.
Clear my delicted head,
Close all the cranky doors.
Cut off my rotten brain.
Burn all wounds with fire.
Let me decrease the pain
Fulfilling your last desire.
Overwhelmed / Overcrained.
It never belongs to me.
So know: I'm turning insane
To heal this inflamming disease.