The Devil’s Pulling Strings

Is that beat a second hand, time eating off my years?

Or is the tick a pounding heart, sounding chimes of fears?

The devils pulling strings, composing purgatories rings

Notes devote their melodies to the hellish tings

Drumming beats, bark defeats, to a ruminating mind

Hellish tunes hark repeats on this vinyl scratched with time

Tick Tock! The clock is ticking, sanity at 1

Onto to two, we take pills due, stability my drum

Tick tock to three, could it be, Satan’s keeping time?

Yet, Increments of pills prevent lucidities decline

But, on the hour, this clock tower’s sounding not so sound

Tick tock! Is this clock slowing, from its merry round?

Circles so elliptical, with a clock tower that’s in use

Yet, objects once cylindrical, begin to sing obtuse

These cylinders, so whimsical in their kaleidoscopic daze

Clozapine and Lithium only alter the mental craze

Riddle rattle, as I battle, meds puppeteer my act

Surely side effects are worse, than the symptoms I’d contract

Hmmmm, let it be, just wait and see, what I feel as pure?

Paranoia I can take, but hell! Meds I can’t endure

The last pill is spiraling, down the kitchen sink

Testing waters, sane the game, is insanity on the brink?

Tick tock! The clock is ticking, sanity at 1

Onto to two, we missed pills due, stability undone

Tick tock to three, could it be, Satan’s keeping time?

Increments of strokes predict lucidities decline

On the hour this clock tower’s sounding not so sound

Tick tock! This clock is halting, from its merry round

The judging eyes wander, as expressions scream revulsion

In that moment, I can’t fight the urge, to act on my compulsion

“Ohhh, don’t you mind, it’s not your mind, that see’s what isn’t there”

Woopsy daisy! Sorry lady, you’ve got something in your hair

Don’t be wary, it’s just a fairy, I’ll place my pet back in its pouch

Oh contrary, there’s something scary, sitting on the couch

“Pardon Sir, please refer, to what’s brooding over there

Do you spy a guy adorned, in chiseled horned red hair?”

“A man, a monster, poised, as if checking time in hell?”

Tick tock! I halt in shock, as the devil rings his bell

O but sir, do you conquer, as my sight might not be right

I must implore, tell me more, is the devil on a plight?

“Sorry miss… a… arrrrr red cushion is all I see”

Minds the fine in medications non-compliance fee

Casually the couch bound being, makes a rasping blare

My fairy safely in its pouch, but me I’m standing bare

“Come hither or I take your fairy and slice its rasping throat”

“Come hither for tonight you’ll write a suicidal note”

Tick tock! The clock is ticking, insanity at 1

Onto to two, we need pills due, lunacy has won

Tick tock to three, could it be, I am out of time

Increment of strokes confirm lucidities not mine

With every hour, time devours, I’m sounding not so sound

Tick tock, fuck of clock, from your merry round

The devils rasping words remembered “fairy or a vein”

The pills missed at two confirm a mind insane.

My pouch takes a stare…

By 11 a letter’s written. Midnights alarm. Bereavements blare

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