Shock Therapy

really do want to identify with anyone on some level
seems rhetorical that we are original copies of turmoil
tortured souls that walk the path of darkness
ever heartless and forbidden is it to show emotions
always being two steps ahead so no one would notice
forced is the substance the reality seems agonizing
like retred ties and long kisses goodbye
souls frozen in the brutality sourly i frown
as i come down from my high and hit the concrete
skin busts open puss oozes out the fresh wounds
blood consumes the aftermath life is distorted
seems i never have belonged anywhere
no matter how many times i tried
better contortionists have made quicker strides
so maybe i really am not as alone as i feel
insight with warm oozing confections whisper
i take every opportunity that coincides
finding myself twisted perplexed
lost in a vortex having a moment
wishing sometimes that i had the opportunity
althought it wouldn't happen in retrospect
i reflect left listless sifting through the madness
the insanity that loneliness brings
maybe one day..... with shock therapy