Your Love Is Cloying Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Wide eyed psychiatry
why did you take a fancy to me
why love me so much that you lock me up
force gifts on me of pretty coloured pills
that labotamize my thoughts and dreams
so extreme
that you deam it a diapason of love and kindness
but this is the blindness of your love for me
your infatuation a mere negation
a trespass on my soul
for you are on the gravy train and I am on the dole
and you have all the power
whilst I have none
I the one who's hunted down
as if at the barrel of a gun

The more I refuse your solicitations
the more you force your gifts, of pretty coloured pills, onto me, down me, into me
coated with a layer of disingenuousness just to make it easier to swallow
you even threaten me with violence to win over my silence
and obfuscate my mind
Am I to give in to your love this love you pour openly upon me

You say you are trying to save me from myself but who is going to save me from you?
The wellsprings of your heart emit a putrid smell
but this is the blindness of your love
for your love cannot tell the difference between the righteousness of heaven and the skulduggery of hell