Medications don't work

Hello, blood-drinking rock 'n' rollers!Peace Cobain is back!I haven't written since Friday, 'cause I wasn't in town, but now I'm back to shock you with my new poem, which I wrote yesterday night.You'll like it, because it's about psychos like me and (maybe) like you.You know-the crazy stuff aren't fashionable now, but they're still cool. By the way, this is planned for lyrics of a song, but I haven't written the music yet... So-read the following paragraph:

Medications don’t work...

I woke up tonight

and I saw white light

I’m sure I wasn’t dreaming

I’m sure that I was there

Why this scalpel’s in my face?!

Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare!

Close the eyes

Anesthetic

Leave me alone!

I’m not sick! ...

Am I?

I’m not insane!

I am okay!

Escape from there

Confuse and stare…

Pills, pills, pills

They are all the same

Pills, pills, pills

They don’t help you when you’re sane

Here comes the morgue

But I’m not there, thank god!

I am in the next door

But I’ve just saw the blood

Bleeding from my head

Trickle on the floor

On the hospital bed

I’m trying to sleep, but I snore…

Doctor, nurse, am I dead?

“No, that’s just the damage in your head.”

Help me, help me, please!

I think that I have fleas.

It’s just the damage in my head…

I wish that I was dead.

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I refuse to take them, ‘cause I’m sane!

Pills, pills, pills

I won’t take the blame!

Who is there?

It’s late at night.

Play unfair

Turn off the lights

I hear the doctors screaming

I hear footsteps that make me creep

The jumping sheep I am counting

can not make me sleep

Time of death?

Eleven thirty

It’s in my head…

The sheets are dirty.

Wait and wait

I’m not dead…

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I took them, I want more

Pills, pills, pills

I took two…three…four…

I’m happy now

but not for long

Crash in the wall

Leave me alone!

I have to leave

To escape

I have to breathe

before it’s too late

What are the pills for?

I don’t want them, no!

Throw them on the floor

I lied that I had more.

I hate this place

I’m not crazy…

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

Throw them through the window now

Pills, pills, pills

I want to run, but I don’t know how.

I’m in the operation room

Lying on the slab

Surgeon, surgeon!

This is urgent!

I’m bleeding bad.

Is it just in my head?

I’m so sad

Soon I will be dead.

I don’t want your stupid pills

And your dumb injections

I don’t need the medications

I just want to kill…

I grabbed the scalpel…

Leave me! I’m okay! ...

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I would take an overdose

Pills, pills, pills

But I don’t need them anymore…

I’m alone now

I’m in a strait-jacket

I want to run, I don’t know how

I am isolated

I’m hearing noises

But now I’m sure:

They’re in my head

My biggest concern

The doctors are saying

That I went insane

And now I don’t blame them-

they are all the same…

I found the freedom in myself

I smiled. Now I know-I AM crazy…

I am.

Pills, pills, pills

I want more, can’t get enough

Pills, pills, pills

I hate, ‘cause I can’t love…

And because I’m insane…

I am.

It will be so stoned song, I know, I know. But maybe it will be good with nice rock or punk music for background. For now that's it. I like writing stuff like that and-like it or not, I don't fuckin care-I'll publish it in this blog. Wait for more and wish me good luck with the music (I won't compose it NOW, but maybe soon, I don't know) I'm leaving you now kids, alone with the noises in your heads. Don't be afraid of dark!Peace Cobain.