I'm stuck in my mind and I'm loving death lately;   It makes me see life so my conscience can face me;   But my thoughts are too heavy for this tight skull to hold;   And I feel my frustration compounding my soul;   I picture myself ripping open my head;   And climbing out of the prison my child was fed.  And basking in blood clots, and bile, and brain;   To truly know life through infliction of pain;   Sadistic, solipsistic, mystic and cryptic;   My inner code eclisped my charismatic, wicked,   - robotic, malignant, covert, narcissistic,   - insistant, rhetorical, fixated misfit  - of an aborted thought drowned in the blood of a slit wrist;   - I missed this - Did God mark my frame on his shit list?   A mixed list of resistant existence-based vision  Supressed, and the rest remains free from collision.    But not today; I'm hot today;   I'm sweating in this hot dismay;   I'm setting all the shots this way;   I'm puncturing the clots, and they  Are weary; Now I'm freezing cold;   I'm happy if your God's uphauled;   Psychosis is my main control;   So I don't melt my frozen soul.