::: Lithium :::

these aches, these pains
are they depression
or are they poison?
why do they poison the suicidal
until the become sane?
is it truly sanity?
this chemical induced calm
does it hurt?
when you chose to be the same
without the valleys
you can't find mountains
without the stars
there is no blackness in the sky
so should I want
to clear my table
to take away the change
of sun and moon
but if they're moving
without a reason
if there are too many in a row
it's time to stop
to take my poison
and surrender to the passing of the days

::: Fish :::

push it down and stomp on it
what is this hope
that keeps resurfacing?
like a fish
struggling with inane eagerness
unaware of its own death
is that sand in your eyes?
or just the ocean making way?

::: Pushed :::

break my bones and break my heart
til I fall to pieces
I'll be your Ophelia, if you allow
let me find my river and my weeds

Ophelia was pushed and so am I

these sun bleached bones
these broken fingers
these miles of spilled blood
I cut my wrists for no one

but I can drown

like dear Ophelia, pulled by her dress
to make that death her own
I would gladly die
when your betrayal drives me mad