Tricky

I just can't seem to get my fill
the image in my mind's eye sighs the same still
well I do what I can and I do what I will
yet my wanting wants more than it's willing to kill for
so i cut chems / rearrange brain stems
advocate all kinds of trends and burn blends
possible sanctioning of a lack of strife I hope for
susceptible motions I attempt to make amends for
cause I don't even know what I'm willing to die for
but I know that I just can't seem to get my fill
the image in my mind's eye sighs the same still
so I remain constrained / plain as a blood stain
half beheaded with a terror named migraine and
prescription bills / brains bored / bare bones
no frills or gimmicks and a slight sore and
I just can't seem to kick the state that I'm in
I want and so continue to twist in the wind
patient perhaps for a moment in time
where I can be fine with just being mine
hug myself so tight that I touch my spine
dig myself out of the fright and derived
let my white light shine but the want
fucking
blinds
I just can't seem to get my fill
the image in my mind's eye sighs the same still
I want and I want and I will never stop wanting
I want and I want and I WILL ALWAYS WANT MORE