Unrest of mind

A stream without words, fussy messages, letters,
Moments of impulses during the whole night.
And I have to choose from a thousand thoughts
The one. But I'd like to make pure free flight.

Past fantasies staring straight from the screen
With freaky dilated black pupils.
It's so hard to hide from private sick dreams
Behind a thin glass - that's useless.

One level up for my old possession
Gave an escape to the city of dreams.
Now I don't hear its voice, it's my own proscription
To make god of devil as long as it seems.

And with a new habit I let the cat in.
He's sovereign predator. Homeless, wild.
I give him my shelter. Why do I let him?
I just miss the warmth that he gives me at night.

Why should I heal all the wounded patients?
Whom should I please with an excellent mood?
Hey, you! You all like cherishing obfuscation,
So take my pills. Now do you feel good?

Endless recursion is sense of the illness.
Eat drugs and die getting pleasure of medicine.
It's better to be fallen ill with your sickness
Than healthy mawworm without a passion.

The universe has no care for our sins;
Fate is a waving genetical spiral.
You can't count moves in order to win
And won't get tables like in the Bible.