Need a metronome to masturbate,
my timing’s just that off.
Spitting awkward words in syncopated verse
‘til I feel my brain cut off.

Need another voice to speak these lines,
I choke on all my words.
The most pathetic shit I’ve heard -
someone fetch a nurse?

Self medicating for far too long,
need someone to make the call
to a nearby vet, tell ‘em to bring their nets,
they can catch me when I fall.

Need my own parade to operate,
something growing inside.
Say hello to my parasite,
and hello to the end of my life.

From another plane wave goodbye again,
the first time wasn’t too loud.
Since I’m a nervous wreck, it’s time I checked
can you even hear me now?

Try to inhale; am I dead or just stale?
Can I breathe through all the pain?
A questioning glance caps an opposing stance
but acceptance bears no gains.

Back to my seat, spend eternity
a soul in awful pain?
Or plant new seeds, rewrite history
try to talk to you again?

One last chance to stand up and dance,
challenge Death at her own game.
Hands in the air, eyes wide and declare
I’m a mess, and I lay no claim.