This is a docile day for my demise
endless inflexible days woven together into a disjointed maze.
I’m lashing out thy anxious state of mind
the intermissions in my prescriptions reasoning is hard to find.
As I watch the ebb and flow of my consciousness
this curse! the shadows in my disorder, they called it Bipolar.
I linger with in my own manifestations,
Problematic! the deteriorations in regulating life’s integrations.
I’m receding while my anguish suckles anxiety,
debilitating darkness of despair drugs! now twisting my reality.
Now descending! into the bowels of my enter sanctum,
hearing voices in my head, do I tranquilize them or face the dread.
Those inventive fortifications in my desperations,
now rejecting the world and the hospitalization for this devastation.
My tears and pride then the languishing fear inside,
I cast away the confines of hope, an enduring sentiment still I can’t cope.
Now thrust into the abyss! the end will be bliss!
The forsaking of God’s rules, intolerant my darkness in death I still lose .