Neurotic and psychotic,
It’s all you want to be.
Time to tear it down and build something not forged in misery.
You may say that talk is cheap and that can be true,
But would you rather watch the world come for you?
I say no but you won’t make a sound.
Your dedication is not bordering on the profound.
Just a heathen after a victory.
Desperate to repeat what formed history.
Force a change that benefits only you.
Ignore how many you step on too.
We’re all just stones along your endless ascent.
Each day what you breed is discontent.
Condemning the universe to drown at sea.
No statement makes an ounce of sense to me.
So lay down your arms and try to converse.
Too long you have embraced the perverse.
Twisted truth to lies all to serve your point.
None of it will form a basis to anoint.
You’re just the menace who lingers.
Sanity has long since slipped through your fingers.
Cast off the petty and ask for aid.
Otherwise your crimes will be repaid.
Neurotic and psychotic,
It’s all you want to be.
Time to tear it down and build something not forged in misery.
Words are whispers that never reach the ears.
Abandonment is what you brought to here.
A point carved deep in the sand.
Joy is something that you demanded was banned.
Refuse filling up the sky.
Voice chanting that they want you to die.
Do you see now what you have wrought?
These are agonies that you bought.
Paid in blood for these tortures.
Sliced the intelligent to quarters.
Silence in the gardens of peace.
Hope is something you continue to fleece.
Winding down the burning slope.
Every answer is just a nope.
All to fashion glory for your name.
Life has never been a game.
So cut those cords and leave the pain.
There is nothing from it to gain.
You know it but fear still holds you tight.
Extend your hand and inform you’re not alright.
Neurotic and psychotic,
It’s all you want to be.
Time to tear it down and build something not forged in misery.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 