Your obsessive trait. Is what sometimes makes you great A mirror your weapon Your driving not great Ops, another mistake There goes that person’s gate
People crossing is a chore BEEP BEEP and I’m yours Bouncing off my car There goes another child I must admit I’m wild
Now my mirror is filled with blue I really am through Behind bars On a water fast
Clearly not my fault Being brought to court The judge is a sort Reading how I plead Me getting on my knees Begging to be free
I’m off again now, people my new surround-sound Bars of the door, showing teeth marks galore I wish I wasn’t poor So I could have paid the bail, Instead, I'm asking for the pail
You turned away from me. And all of a sudden the world changed. My life is not the same. Wifi in the sky, connected to on the fly. Techno boom, what is really true. You thought it all through.
So much has changed, my life insane Time is of the essence, so much to be done we no longer need to run it’s never quiet because of ongoing triumph
Ever so changed, in the way we display Marketing tools, at fingertips Visual impairment, no longer to be stared at. Our very instinct now is to follow the crowd Our basic tools replaced and handed to fools Can no longer use them as they bring confusion Because they are not LED-lit, or bright with resolution.
But it's all has a price, and we didn’t think twice You're now “running out” People shout I’m not done with you yet Yet you are done with us What will happen is a great confusion It’ll be more than an intrusion What is clear We will disappear.
If I smile for you, will you wake? If I cry for you, will you tell me this is all a mistake? If I stop you, will you hold my hand? Suicide is the plan
I sit here dreaming of what could have been What will you say to me? Is this all a dream? Will you ever know what you mean to me?
If you look for this idea, You will forever find it clear As looking into a mirror You will find the terror Not what you see but that which you believe
What little did I know, you make quite the show, One of a connection, Another in my direction,
What little did I know, I find you now brittle and broken, Repugnant and open, It's something of a token, To show your not well-spoken, In the art of reproach,
What little did I know, That you lazily crave those of whom do not path the way, Art is a science of the mind, created by those who are divine, You look for those who are mistaken, you may only get taken for a ride, I see how you do, and I want you to improve, This eye is trained for clues, If you could see inside my head, your disapproval would be your undo
Creating a movement of what can only be called an improvement, However, you are not refined, practice takes time. You are going to make a motion, it may not rock the ocean, But in time you will become divine.
Tangled in your own dictation Thrust into literation Your literation will be mistaken As an act of great exaltation In the way it is mistaken
If you were sharper, you’d have more creation It is not me, but your maker That angers you and puts you into this alteration Loving you is hard to do The words don’t stop and neither do you You are taken with your own dilation On my very creation why was I awakened to deal with this mistakenness
Tight bodied and cream of the crop does nothing but make your jaw drop If I was one of you I’d make a pit stop, to show off what I got You want to find a top Well, you might find a lot Doesn’t matter what you got Twinks and otters, drag queens in totters We got the lot
Look at the way we dance We’ll put you in a trance Pulling together, getting wet whenever You’ll think you're in France by the way we prance
Formication is a psychosis where the person experiences tactile hallucinations. These tactile hallucinations take place on the body in the form of bugs. This psychosis is unique and can lead to delusions, where the person believes that they have been infected with insects.
I have these experiences; they’re very distressing to me. It’s not just that you feel an insect crawling across you. It’s also the belief these insects can hurt you. Maybe they’ll be crawling in your ears; perhaps they’re crawling in your heart. If you google formication, you will find heaps of people asking why they are experiencing these hallucinations, and the answer is usually anxiety. They should check these feelings out by with the GP and any scratches that the problem has caused you.
Psychosis If you want to know what psychosis is click here. However, if you would like to know more about psychosis and how to deal with experiences of psychotic episodes click here.
What to do when you are experiencing formication The best thing to do is to focus on something else, just like hearing voices, these are hallucinations. However, if sleeping is the problem, doing five senses will probably prolong the experience which you can find here. Try to focus on something you love in your head, imagine cuddling it and feel its warmth and touch against your body. Smile as you do this, and you will feel a little better too. Think of all the times you are together and experience those feelings, wants and needs.
Formication usually is brief and happens at the early stage of night when you’re trying to sleep. This type, although distressing rarely leads to anything more than a few scratches. The problem that most people find is that there is nothing that can be done about this. It’s true, there isn’t anything that can be done, and this is because the person experiencing these feelings believe it at the time of formication. So what we can do? Well, nothing, I can’t help you in that department. Usually, these experiences will go on their own, sometimes it’s a sign of something different, and then medication will need to be given for X, Y and Z. I will, however, give you a few tips.
Don’t scratch or slap away the bugs. This is because scratching damages your skin, over time, scratching can cause harm and hurt you. Formication can last for months even years, so the best thing to do is think twice before scratching yourself. Don’t put objects in places. Before I mentioned that I get mine crawling in my ears, well I put a pair of tweezers in my ear and perforated my eardrum. I can highly recommend not doing this. Putting objects in your body can cause harm to yourself, and won’t stop the problem, remember, it’s all in your head. Don’t cut holes in yourself to let the bugs have a way to get out. Self-mutilation is often a sign of a severe case of formication and usually that it’s gone further than anxiety. However, I understand the logic behind this, but it will not help, and the opening will get infected.
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My feelings for you grow stronger I can hide them no longer A string between us A line in the sand What I want from you I can’t have If this was hunger, I would forever wonder When the fire falls from the clouds, a lighter is does not shine brighter If I was one with you, you’d forever be hurting If you lust for me. Trust in me The truth will set you free, For me, it brings heartbreak or you on your knees A brisk walk and I’m yours, the love between us shows no rights Your height is wrong, I want your dong Picking you up, I see our eyes touch You say you miss my cleft chin, but you never remember your own lies I see what you like and think I’m not right If you want this hand, you better be a better man. Reality makes a pair, your heart is in the right place, just I despair You make sense In my life just, not in the way we both think A hand in the right place is, is what I feel. But our hands don’t connect. Lust is luck with a few steps in the direction of love.
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