Journal of a Mad Scientist - Worthwhile

Late one night

I can balance the elements

They boil and smoke in the glass

I was dead

But the struggle to control through our hair

I drink the potion from the flask

Admire myself in the mirror

I felt a god in my own skin

something

Free me from the reality of men

I awoke in the morning

With a smoke-free conscience

My creation waits upon the shelf

Don’t forgive the struggle

My every act, and every thought

Consumed by this drink

I would punch through the window

Impaled-looking grin

I can barely wait the night

I become a stranger in my own skin

An angel on my shoulder

And a demon on the other

Whisper in my own ear

I would hear about what I want to hear

I am my doctor and my patient

And now my remedy became my enemy

With the same great

high and the same things right back to me

This old medicine has let the demons in

But there ain’t no bottle in all the world

Like that dear little bottle of mine

Back at

What have I become?

has been

in a coloured bottle

I saw a monster in my own skin

I was acting stupid

Something that was consuming me

I wish I would’ve

When this all began

I threw it all away

I destroyed, didn’t create

It was the journal of a mad scientist and

Here again, I to lay down the pen

And proceeded to my confession

I’m free

The life of an unhappy man

To an end