Somewhere Between Euphoria and Horror, Collaboration with Jennine Pike and Eric Shelman

Somewhere Between Euphoria and Horror!


When notions twist inside one's mind

Complex and amiss it's hard to find

When they mix all the time

Like fuckin Trix all the colors unaligned


Mind's moments euphoria

Mixes with madnesses' apathy

and depression's empathy

It's hard to decipher which is which and if one can ever escape either one of them.


Insanity at times can be pure bliss

Unaware of reality despite life's mess

Nothing can create such happiness

As being within one's nirvana of ignorance


Blissfully ignorant is quite ecstatic at times however may become worse than it truly is

It is a great way to not allow local, or world problems to intervene and fuck one up,

being more paranoid than one already is

One can't win either way one is truly fucked.


Fucked up and self-medicating

Nothing can help escape this hell of my own making

Dark and lonely in the halls of emptiness

Not admitting that there's a problem

Laying in tears of my own making and no one around to witness them


Nightmares, screams, paranoia, depression, anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, 

hypertensiveness, having no self-worth

Feeling like a fucking failure, constantly asking myself what I am still doing alive because I am hedonistic in a world where nothing is pleasureable anymore

These haunt, taunt, gaunt, and flaunt me everyday of my life.


JLP

©JennineLeePike

&

Eric Shelman

8/27/2020

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