Loony in the head

Do you screw up too
once in a while, you know
go get beaten up, do you
trip, fall down, hit a low

Do you for some time brief
tire yourself with breath
and go out seeking grief
go out seeking death

Do you, just like me
hit them with regularity
when they don't let you be
and you live with insanity

Do you, do you, do you
play your mind, play chess
I know you do, you too
go ahead, why don't you confess

Nobody's going to judge,
for others are also crazy,
no one is going to grudge
your madness, these times hazy

Life

It corrodes, It rusts
Not the nicotine, the smouldering tip
smoking like the wintry cold
the wicked red eyes sneering into yours
as it gnarls the white, churning it slowly and steadily
into powdery, spineless black
and then as you rear your head
crushes your soul one final time
under the shining suede sole

EDITED : In face of some confusion, yes I have written the above piece, the italics notwithstanding.