On The Fringe Of Lunacy by Jason Cueto

My clairity comes in a bottle
My sanity comes in a pill
Another night tossing and turning
Alive in my own personal hell

Do you know what its like
To feel schizophrenic
How did i get here
And why am I so jaded?
Buried alive by life
Were all living a lie
Drink.fight. fuck. Work. Die.

Its all so predictable
Follow the money
Not your dreams
Society’s lies
Material things
Fake tits, fake lips,
Bad songs, bad scripts
Say anything
Fuck everybody
Drink yourself half dead
Wake up
Comeback to life
Only to do it over again.

jason-cueto

Jason Cueto is a writer, guitarist, and general creative misfit. His work has appeared in Ravenscage ezine, scheduled to be published in sick lit magazine, and is featured across Facebook and steemit.

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