Running from the Void

Before I faced fifth grade craved a shotgun to my head

Moms finded my designs so life went on instead

Flushed away the meds, shrink shrunk couple cobwebs

Still Strattera laid foundations for my existential dread

Bask back to a night on my living room floor

Four hours there I lay, contemplating death's door

Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores

As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror

Gored by visions of the place I felt I'd dwell

Realm opposite my own no one's known more than a spell

And then returned to tell, fell through a baseless well

Morning came and heaven was my personal hell