Twisted

I'm twitching
twisted mockery of thinking
Am I still allowed to be breathing?
Are the walls still screaming?

My skin is twisted
The seems bursting
The flood is restless
The end is near more than less

Forget the now
accept the past
pastures of agony and doubt
Fields of screaming out loud

We are lost
We will be found
When the twitching stops
And the mind is no longer clogged

We will be one
again

But for now
we are are tweaking out, on a binge of void
A stable existence corrupted in mania
An endless cycle repeating hysteria
Give me bitterness and grit
Let time be whatever it is

Only those that are scared can be brave
This is what you should call
a close shave