My Own Tornado

Living life between the two fast lanes in
A shiver of a second that was never meant to last
I started swerving and shaking with the rhythm of insanity
And the wreckage of my future
Caught the spillage from my past
Living at the edge of a tornado
bouncing from
treament edge to
halfway house
to psych ward
I've gone from insane to pissed off
To desperate to happy to, once again, pissed off
To just completely homesick and just a little bored
It wasn't wasn't where the fuck I was that fucked me over of made me now!
As long as I keep bouncing 'round and round the world here I'll still be unsatisfied with how I'm now!
You can break me down!
Build me up!
Point me out!
Make me cry!
I'm the father and son of a source of discord in me, a tornado that keeps me sane that makes sure I'll NEVER die!​

 

Neat! It looks a bit more like a mushroom cloud than a tornado to my eyes, but perhaps that's the point?

 

i meant it to look somewhat catastrophic, yes.