Chemicals.

I believe i’m stuck,
motionless and unable,
to understand this life,
no more an opulent fable..

I find myself,
with raindrops rampaging my skin,
the 3 am melancholy,
singing to the serotonin

my eyes are slowly skipping
what my heart wishes to see,
the mind withholds a fervent rage
to let it all be

A numbness due to neurosis,
as i succumb to this frailty
lay waste to my garden of roses,
my roses of revelry

paranoia has found its grip,
a visceral claw bending my will
letting go for casual guilt trips,
between papers and prescription pills

its the chemicals in my head,
a concoction of all the things unsaid
subscribed to a grand lie,
it was the dopamine instead

the pills starve the sorrow
and the futile feelings within,
against a soul so hollow
will i ever win?