Chlorpromazine

I awoke to a complex chemistry.

So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.

But she knows only what she's taught so

I turned to a

Tree to see what he thought.

And he asked: “

When does three equal plus one?”

The answer is

Birth -- Life's creation.

Then suddenly flames rushed past.

Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.

Because I believe in everything,

I'm convinced of nothing.

United we ran -- divided we crawl.

It just takes a common enemy to make a friend.

Marry hope and fear, invent a colour.

And so, it's gone as quickly as it came.

Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and , thus, was born in a cloud above.

But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.

In harmony with gravity always bringing everything down.

Tear out your mother tongue chlorpromazine incursion -- the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.

Flesh is food and bone is stone.

A grey-matter cause for inner demons' microphones.

Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters.

A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.

Logic's tough but brains are sweet, we've served our sup for the demons to feed.

Projected self loathsome apathy redefines reality.

Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin; rage and intimidation lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.