Random Writings ver. Mango

i've gone mad
sure, the exterior is held
by my dermis and bones
upright by the spine
but it's the mind that
refuses to meld

the physical body has
been tormented by the head
as the nicotine and kerosene
slowly poison my senses dead
maybe, it should really equate
to the battle of will

the body reaps the rewards
of hard living
and denying the gut
of what mental happiness is

conceptually understand upstairs
right from wrong
good from bad
it's the positive outlook
that's the error to be had
no one knows of the troubled
and sad