My Sweet Everlasting Point Of Insanity

This sweet intoxication from this lucid hallucination

has become what I need to survive.

It's been my obligation my motivation to my addiction words just regurgitation

and somehow I've still made it out alive.

From my demise to my surprise to my agitation,

a fraction of my reaction is from the duration

of sensation that leaves me empty and complacent 

But did I waste it?

Have I become wasted in my search to be awakened

I feel chastened and jaded and become nothing but hated.

I started out young, dictated and enabled I was led to be wrong invaded then persuaded

to do as I'm told and never ask why, labelled, generated, and living to die.

No one seems to grasp the reality that is living as we do the sheer capacity of the brutality 

the ignorant fantasy that leaves you blinded from the depravity that you cause unintentionally

and with that comes the next generation provoked into insanity

awaiting medicated and sedated for a moment of elation.