I have never been bitterernI'm gargling vinegarnTo get this bad taste out my mouthnJust a few things considerednIt's getting closer to winternAnd I'm starting to bundle up nownSo clearly I'm downnWith the storm that is brewingnIn clouds all consuming with doubtnSo ask what I'm doingnImproving my chances with soundnnI am making a breaknAs clean as a chalkboard erasednMistakes will follow me and try to coax me outnInsane! Inane!nMy adjectives are turning into nounsnWithout a common thread to tie them downnnIn defense of my biasesnI'm filling with apathynImplode under northeastern skiesnWhile Orion is laughingnExacting revengenOn that bull with whom I share a signnSo I turn my gaze downnStoking the firenAscending the pyre nBut keeping my eyes to the groundnnI'm staying awakenAs well as I possibly cannThe days are blurring by like an atmospheric hazenInside my eyesnThese daylight hours are putting me to sleepnBut it's better than staying so angrynnI'm sick of rehashingnThese old tired themesnI'm sick of rewritingnOld words I don't meannI'm sick of the conceptnI'm sick of myselfnThis is me admitting I need to get helpnnI'm supposed to be happynI'm supposed to be soundnI'm tired of anxiousnI'm tired of downnI need to stop actingnI need a releasenIf things keep going this waynI'm going to freeze