Waves of unpleasantness resounding throughout the body
Clueless about the escape from such profound misery
When the feeling of misery expands into eternality
Makes you question the existence of joy and glee
A fog of helplessness sets into the mind, dulling the senses
What’s real doesn’t seem so, just white noise buzzing in the backdrop of helplessness
Thoughts storming in circles through the imaginary place called the mind
Wherefore does it exist? Still a mystery to define
Pain of loss, and fear of gain
Of losing touch, and gaining more pain
Contraction of muscles, becoming taut in response to danger
Danger of losing sanity, and loss echoes through the mental chamber
Responsibility slips away while facing these mental demons
The power of humanity weakens in the face of such heathens
They exist in the “mind”, brewing a recipe for disaster
The intellect their blade, such a traitorous bastard
Cutting and slashing the self to ribbons, then throwing it in a mixer
Grinding it into paste and juice, a drink so addictive yet so bitter
They call this drink misery, an unpleasant necessity
Adding melancholic meaning to life despite its brevity
But the cost for this beverage is oh so expensive
Debilitating emotion, and suffocation depressive
Depressing the usually crystal clear reality
And choking the gleeful energy of humanity
When the effect wears off, reality is once more clear
Joyous nature and bliss of life as is dear
The cries of laughter and the synergy of friends
Destroying assumptions and making mends
But once in a while, the heathens return
To squeeze the mind and make feelings burn
When productivity dies temporarily
To rise like a phoenix the next day warily
As emerging victorious from a battlefield of intense violence
Breaking through the noise, and calming in the silence
And so consistency takes a hit in this cycle of madness
Damping down the spirits and rendering the self a mess
Power through the mundane to find these extremities of emotion
Power through the mundane, and find a cycle of variable organization
Sometimes it takes days and months and years
While sometimes, a few fleeting moments is all to realize those fears,
Repetitive feelings of loss and gain,
And of misery, suffocation and pain.
Pursuit of Something 