Cerebral suture.

His awe, the awakening of a mind, long since dead
Fed,  through the needle of a camels piss, shift , onto the other side of the bed
Except,  it's only you, no one to climb over, just the shadow you chase
Through the night, like the brazen dark of loneliness that you've learned to embrace.

In the morning you open the curtains of your mind with no one to share your thoughts
You've fought every demon with a lightning sword against a Stella nurseries throat
Choked, the jugular of your inner self, screaming that you, mother fucker are ugly
Never end up as a sitter for a portrait, no oil painting, the exams not an A it's a minus B.

Yet even the dark side of your brain, entangled in a disturbing vision of a childless future
Comprehends the power of friends embracing, cross out the scars of the teenage triage suture
Stitch of time , in an operation named, save me from insanity, this is the home of  the brave
Like geronimo, or a contemplative warrior sitting bull, shit, there's a way to lose and a way to save.

Yourself. It's all about you, it has to be, there ain't no one else going to quell the negativity
So you either do or you die. You either move forward or put the stick in reverse, makes sense to me
Quit, go on I fucking dare you, are you that confident that the end is better than a new beginning
That the eternal darkness of self pity is the king over the lightness, deeds of love over noises shinning
Down the fibres and nerves in the inside of your brain.
You're asking too many Qs with too many answers, the brains a fucking muscle, tense too long drives you insane. Relax like frankie told you too, hug the cells, hexagonal honey to lubricate the hive.

You're not the elephant man in a rag wrapped face
You're the instrinsic part of so many lives, you are the prevention mace
Ain't no one got a patch on you son, you can take the world by storm
Just accept there's no such realm as perfection, no bastard planet norm.

Turn down the volume, the belief in yourself is the key, to the heavy duty lock
The winding of the spiral cogs, the red faced hellish apparition of the face of your clock
Climb over, accept you ain't that ugly mother fucker
The teenage scars have been fixed, through positive cerebral suture.