“Tyson it’s your turn to explain how Tyler can’t keep you contained”
“Ahem khkhk ahem okay here goes nothing”
Tyler’s my puppet whenever I say fuck it an make him act out
He try’s to wrestle but he’s my vessel an I’ll make him tap out.
He thinks he’s a fighter but there’s a divider in my brain
He uses these silly meds to help his head not knowing I’ll still remain.
I’ve used his skin as paper but only time is the eraser
My pen was the razor as I continued the story became greater.
His thighs or maybe try his stomach
does he love it if so his eyebrows let’s cut it.
I am his heart I am his soul
I am the one who is in control
Spacing out my tears racing out falling down from my cheek
So many thoughts that bounce across my brain but I can’t even speak
Irrational ideas that I fear are the definition of insanity
It’s okay Tyler I’ll be your provider therapist and family.
Never alone when you let me roam an loosen my leash
I switch up my speech
the anger starts to increase
all I ever wanted was just a little peace.
Sunshine and rainbows more like fire growing higher from erupting volcanos
I’m talking tornados I’m trying to stay low so I don’t get mashed just like potatoes.
“Tyler sit down!!! It’s still my turn!!!!”
I am the one who makes an will take his very last breath
The only day that we will part ways is on the day of your death
I’m just living to be giving instead of getting while their sitting staying still
Time is priceless stop acting lifeless on this journey over life’s hill.
Breaking my back trying to stay on track on these unstable rails
You know what they say he who fail’s to plan then he does plan to fail.
Fear discovered as excuses was uncovered in the soil of his soul
Got to the roots and gave it the boot sprinkled some confidence in the hole.
I needed the suns radical rays to burnout myself an my incompatible ways
Cut off the cancer it will give me the chance too redo this maze.
My minds a rollercoaster slowly growing closer to derailing off the track
I need to get it fixed so it starts to stick like your teeth covered with plaque.
Tears crashing like Jason’s voorhees bashing down the door
I can’t even dream cause Freddy seems to think my head’s fun to explore.
Excited or enlightened about everything I’m finding that lurks in the brain
It’s like my imagination started pacing thoughts was racing an lost the right lane.
A roundabout in my head sounds about right
Around and around finding only a red light
Not what imagine as I’m dragging trying to fight
Murrmanski
