INSANE/SAINT

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
IM FUCKED YOU KNOW.
FUCKED!

I RARELY CURSE BUT STILL I RESTRAIN MYSELF TO DO SO.
AND I'M SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS RIGHT NOW.

I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

OH LORD HEAR ME OUT.

I WANT PEACE AND I WANT LOVE!

IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?

IF IT IS.
WELL I'M SORRY OKAY!
I'M SORRY!!!

AND NO INTOXICANT MAY RECOVER ME.
AND I DON'T KNOW WEATHER TO BE SAD OR MAD.
ALTHOUGH THE TWO WORDS RHYME TOGETHER.

MAYBE THIS IS THE PROCESS OF BEING INSANE.

OR SAINT.