Verbal Psychosis (Mental Masturbation While Searching For The Happy Trail) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

I got'sa bad case of mental masturbation
Can't close my mouth to stop the word regurgitation
The thoughts, they translate into this verbal sort of psychosis
While I attempt to medicate my brain with some hypnosis
To stop the words that form the thoughts, buried in the corners
In my mind, like some manic alphabet-crazed word hoarders
This gothic Tinkerbell spittin' on some MIC
I'm traipsing through the forest but can't find the happy hike!
So I turn around, and end up back into what I call neurotica!
Clawing at the walls, it's pure psychotica!
Screeching voices in my brain, locked inside
I look for refuge, I run and hide
But, the voices travel through my bones and marrow
Splashing all around like little droplets filled with sorrow
And, I can't do it, can't make the voices STOP
It's like I'm given a 0-to-1, unfair-and-unjust shot
And, my organs start to wither with my mind
There's no pause or stop button I can find
Peace, I ask? Or nothing, in the end?
As darkness remains my only friend…


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