Algorithm Head Games
[VERSE I] It all began with the crying of children Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in Boiling temperatures had the paint on the walls peeling The shit done hit the fan now maneur dripping off the ceiling I directly below showered in excrement Bitterly refusing the recommended daily dose of medicine Bible scriptures just a play thing, making spitballs out of the new and old testament Immersed in a demented game of chicken with my own shadows Screaming let my image go to the silhouette pharoah He won't budge I won't shake/ He won't move/ I won't escape There's no judge, it ain't safe I must soothe These headaches Unrest got me biting my fingernails down to the knuckle Solitaire with a deck of cards unshuffled My land lady provided me with a patch of leathery flesh to keep my mouth muffled I must repent I scuffle with a couple of heavy belt buckles Whipping 'em across my back creating welts and sore muscles It shall never cease until I cleanse my soul [VERSE II] A dozen picture frames picture frames shattered on the bathroom floor A spouse who chose adultery over matrimony forever yours Blood stains the tile Tic Tac Toe style My X won it all- The dog, the house, the cars, the bank accounts, the kids and all the while I'm slowly going down the stairway to heaven like a slinky hellbound I'm lost in a spiral defeated fetal position A train of thought with an altered course headed for fatal collision The jagged glass stepping stones as I hopscotch with wounded feet Misery serenades me with tunes of mystique Hide and seek Enchanting isn't it This damning dizziness In a whirlwind twister raving and ranting silliness The night the music stopped and blind thieves with horns watched and stared As I wallow in self-pity and despair No reason to keep up the pace but no place to take five they've stolen my chair The odd man out- I'm it tagging Jack daniels with alcohol abuse I duck duck goose a makeshift noose hanging from the ceiling fan Pinata loathing the tattered remains of a broken down family man What went wrong, what was missing, I try to spell it out The grief overwhelms I gotta yell it out Pass out on a sofa bed couch It'll be a new day tomorrow I must suppress the sorrow Or face the possibility of losing my profession I'll do my best to counsel that dysfunctional family during their next session