It's like this
Months have passed since the incident
And you've settled
As far back into yourself as you expect to
Then in a moment
Fleeting yet as real as shattered glass
Something misfires
Lights flash
Lapse in synapse and triggers you
Only see yourself in the pieces
Choking on memories
Spitting out reasons to calm down
Just calm down
But the blood galloping through your body
Is looking for any way out
Only to run in throbbing circles around
A white knuckled fist in your chest
Gasping for breath at things only you see
Only you can see
Can't you see
Half of you motherfuckers
Look at me like I've seen a ghost
Well I have
Boo
Look it's you, look at you
Looking at me while I'm looking at you
I am the demon that's clipping your fuse
Short with your teeth gritting down on your
Mood swing
Dancing between
Phantom feelings
Dark melodies
Psychotic dreams of you firing
Scream, run
Amputate your hands and stitch your wrists to guns
Then when you break awake
They will still smell of blood
Please tell no one of what you've done
They'll try and listen to your dissonance
They will not get it you are trapped in
So
You've had part of you past trapped
In a polaroid flash of violence
Pinned against the wall
You're crammed in your shell
Shocked that no one's come and knocked
You think maybe they've forgot
Yeah and so has God
Damn boy you're a lost cause
Can't avoid something inside
Can't destroy something so tied
So wired
So alive in you
Feel me writhe in you
Hell will rise in you
They all lie to you
Yeah
Nobody gets this and nobody will
They'll make prescriptions and you'll take their pills
And if you don't want to then who gives a fuck
You go insane and the doc makes a buck
Just so you're aware
Patients of post traumatic stress disorder
Are susceptible to psychosis and even schizophrenia
They'll grow distant from you
But I will always listen to you
Are likely to be socially isolated
Perceived as mentally weak
They're delusional
Aggressive and or highly dangerous
Distant
Dysfunctional, incurable, and
Above all
Not injured
But I have
I have seen a ghost
In the mirror
Oh sure, I'm sure they'd love
To hear about your symptoms
Don't act like you're not demented
Sick as shit, yes, you're unfit for
You see
People who suffer from post traumatic stress are more likely to
Don't you see it too
See it when you look at me
Don't you
Don't you what
Want to drown all of the moths in your gut
Want to convince them I'm not in your blood
Something thought up
Desperate for love
Experience dissociative disorder
Only you can see me
And they're all sleepwalkers
Silver tongued sweet talkers
Patients will express things like
Can't you see me
Of course they can't
They all think you're hopeless
Can't trust their misdiagnosis
Unable to process
Can't you see
You're trapped in
Their disorder