Rambling Poet

as i sit behind this device
my thoughts are unclear and not so precise
jumbled and mixed and confused all to hell
there's a pain in my head as if i had fell

anger and depression and self loathing arise
my heart's morbid thought of it's own demise
we're all f*****g mad in this world you see
is there no mutual madness in there for me?

the tic and tack of the keyboard at night
getting so tired i'm losing my sight
f**k this world in all its insanity
filled with liars and disgusting vanity

just wake me from this horrific dream
where nothing is true or is what it may seem
i see it coming a white padded room
at least it's comfy and away from the gloom

back to sleep i go the rambling poet
before my mood drops back to it's lowest
i bid you goodnight and so on and whatever
maybe i'll go to sleep and stay there forever