Who said you could come in here raiding my mind, guns blazing, standing accused, judge blind.
I never asked you in here my dear dragon, but my ramparts you assaulted, be gone.
Hip shooting at fleeting thoughts of madness, message in a bottle, not my SOS.
Here pop that pill, the ones that don’t give you belly aches. Lightning between neurons, overstimulate.
These dead mans eyes might give it away, as I slowly rock in this chair and sway.
Inverted bipolarity, sane on the skin, dragon devouring my transient whims within.
And the sad moral of this story is chronic, this ride I’m on never stops, always on it!
D March 2017