[My head swims or drowns again,]

My head swims or drowns again,
With changing circumstance.
This repeating toxic dance,
Of what ifs, whys and wherefore,
Steeped in drug induced metaphore.
Feeding old disease.
And i just wanna bleed.
Because as tough as i proclaim to be,
This ache is not enough,
Without remedy.
And one more time with feeling
Or a bed of glass to kneel in
Just fucking something
Anything
To fight, to fuck, to feel
Just to escape into the real
because without passion emotions wasted
And once the sweat of passion's tasted
Then such freedom of expression
Feels so much more natural than this repsression
But this is where it begins
What i want, and where this lives.