My patient’s name is Luis Nigel…they say he’s suicidle
Mental state has moved to vital and some days it loops in spirals
He’s stays confused and idle, and takes his food to Michael
A made up dude who tries to come and save Lu through the bible
See his vagrant views entitled me to strain this dudes revival
So I made this new recital up to grade what Luis might do
A basic ruling cycle that can change the mood of psychos
It’s a safe and fluent viral medication used on primals…

:: Day 1 ::

It’s the day of Lu’s arrival…he walked into the door
With a calm demented form that gave a taunting glimpse of war
The posture of a boar, that’s when thoughts began to soar
And suddenly I felt discomfort and my conscience hit the floor
This never bothered me before, but this person had me frieghtened
Cause the words that he recited made me nervous but excited
He referred me to the night when he was murdered by a knife and
He returned to life cause jesus sent to him a burst of lightning
But the worst inside him soon was bout to show it’s ugly face
He told me stuff was based on reason but he knows this was a waist
Supposedly he must’ve changed and in the flow adjusted fate
Cause he said that night that he got stabbed the moment was just great
I wanna go the fuck away doc, I hate it on this earth
Im a baby with a curse, and every day I wanna blurt
A display of words to hurt your feelings see my rage it works
But when I try to kill myself well, it’s like my brain exerts
A force to save my shirt, I don’t have control at all
It’s like that moment of achievement but bereavement holds applause
When I sleep my soul is calm, and my dreams uphold a pause
From this frequent hole of wrongs when you make me read through psalms
I need to mow my lawn, sorry doctor I’ll be leaving
And I’ll see you in the morning, and well, possibly this evening
We can talk about you dreaming, and the thoughts that you believe in
Until then, I’ll be here, and just pondering your reasons

:: later that night ::

my patient’s really out of place, tonight im at my house and wait
to hear from Luis the anticipation feels my mouth with haste
in front of the couch I pace, while gaining an ounce of rage
I sit down and take, a deep breath, cause im about to break
Sounds escape, it gets quiet, then I hear luis speaking
walking in the room screaming, that he’s found a new reason
that he should stay alive, claiming that he knew jesus
and that he and Michael been at the jungle gym mood swinging
dude’s dreaming, what he told me…would make a normal person flip
his words were sick enough to make me loose encouragement
he blurted this: Michael ima kill you: quite disturbed a bit
I asked him why’d he killed me if I only helped him work through this
His nervousness, drove his urge to get the kitchen knife and stab
Screaming fight me back I hit him with a death defying jab
With my breath inside a bag, I just fell to hyper-react
Then I felt the fire pass throgh me my health denied and crashed

:: dear journal ::

Now me myself and pad, write my last journal entry
Im skitzophrenic, suicidal, and I let my words defend me
I am Michael Luis Nigel, and as Michaels, terms are friendly
But when Luis I just loose it, and this time “I turned against me”