think things on the brink of blasphemy i'm my own shrink
think things are after me, i'm my catastrophe
are you searching for purpose? then write something, yeah it might be worthless, then paint something then, it might be wordless pointless curses, nonsense verses you'll see purpose start to surface no one else is dealing with your demons meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, friend
go away. leave me alone.