Demons of Your Mind

I think I know what you might be looking at; You think maybe I’m interesting but I don’t care. I already have kitchen utensils; I don’t need to be used as one. Give me a chance I might even hate you; You don’t see the darkness oozing out from with-in me? I’d plead to god to help me; But I don’t think he’s in this particular mix. And this bitter recipe of spices and herbs; It seems to be decaying my existence even as I type. I wish there was someone out there who could help me; But that’s not you is it Mr. I’m Tarzan you Jane. And you girl drooling all out the side of your mouth; What the hell you think you can do for me! Once you run it through the wash; And life sends it through the ringer; It’s all the same ole same ole thing; So lick dirt she devil. I’m so tired of all this rhetoric; But I can’t find no way out. And that, that there terrorizes me; So much it takes the life right out of me. Now can anyone rescue me from that? I doubt it very much.