VEINS

                                                                                   Veins

                                                                                   Stop the blame:

                                                                                   Stop the pain.

                                                                                   Cease the madness;

                                                                                   Conceited sadness.

                                                                                   A million tears, wasted years.

                                                                                   Can an empty heart ever be filled?

                                                                                   Insanity chill. Kill the voices.

                                                                                   In lure of another thrill;

                                                                                   Pacing the floor:

                                                                                   in front of the invisible door.

                                                                                   You are a robotic kid’s car.  

                                                                                   Been controlled from a distance.               

                                                                                   By remote control, the brain.

                                                                                   Bumping into walls;

                                                                                   Relapse, collapse, damn the fall!

                                                                                   Condemn to hell.

                                                                                   Like a hammer to a rusted nail.

                                                                                   Idiom, idiot; who can tell?

                                                                                   Brand inadequate: losers, promise;

                                                                                   Stick and stones of going along.

                                                                                   On autopilot, if only you’d known.

                                                                                   Dazzle and daze on the edge, haze.

                                                                                   A shift in mood, of a long road rage.

                                                                                   Nothing is too hard to resist.

                                                                                   This meeting point;

                                                                                   Obliviously.