A friend of mine sang
You can’t always get what you want.
And sometimes the stars just don’t align
And you can’t quite reach the top shelf
So you leave the walls of your mind
To try and figure it all out
And you find yourself with weak knees
Walking down a road to nowhere in particular
And you stop at the crossroads
To meet the devil, soul in hand
But even he doesn’t want your soul.
So you put it in your pocket and keep walking.
Skeletons stalk you
Crows taunt you
Shadows of deceit are cast before you
Trees morph into monsters
And you don’t know
Whether to ignore them
Or run from them
Anxiety and regret eats at you
Spits you back out.
Out of breathe.
Left for dead.
Vulture circle overhead.
As you come crawling back
To the confines of your mind
Wishing you had never left.