pull this to bits

[Pete J W-Mears]

Return from Living hell

I stand here fixated and begging desire
hunting the entire worlds bliss inside
i reach for the ale, t'get out of here an?
strike ever further; stiletto to peer

the madest of mad mad-men around
weave about drugged, in a world of mine
debach to care not; mal-bien limbo
bad and goods difference, imaligamation then go
what i once deemed bad i find i condone

i'm seeing myself, my life in haste
Chasing lost beats of potential grace
i wont stop till aloft all the supreme
My disease could be lust devils flare and greed
seek beauty yet lack catalystic asteem
its beasts who find pleasure in chemicals.
this mania shan't do, but what next? I demand!
i'm told to flow in arms with a bride
flinging arms far out and wide
my mind schedules time for issues within
one had no intention to be shining so dim
my innermost thoughts seek peace as when child
yet immature acts relate on as just wild
discrace is easily justified by sadness
i chase what in life? i'm blinded by time
out there i spy it, i'll die in a bidding
though desperate i seek my torments be cured
i'm yearning the chase till doomsday takes coarse

the want to run free in arms with a whore
yet long my old work; to work, back 'n' forth
as beasts are calmest when out of control
receive the odd bash, expect heads to role

to busy searching no time to explore
one had no intention to be this damn vaine
my innermost thoughts still writing in chalk
justifying badness is easy and lame.
take from life, spirit sole and more
i chase what in life? forever unsure

my current ways locked in battle with gain
desperate; i seek my torments are cured
if i remain wrong i'll end most insane
time to halt messing, time to work hard n earn

I think ill be first to an early grave
but my dear you'll never forget thats assured
yearning the chase till doomsdays reproach
please wish me the faith to rise out from this hole
i'm slightly mad allmost out of control
good night untill the morn?