9 ( sync)

and the extremes have taken over
and my friend has lost control

my friend was doing so well
working
saving a little
learning
exploring what life has to offer

and the chemicals get out of sync

and the thoughts sink deep 

deep into an abyss 

deeper than the deepest hole at the bottom of the sea

the whole person becomes a shell

like a clam ripped open the meat eaten

hollow

nothing inside

what people see as smooth and clean

in reality is where the soul and self used to be.

now, the self is clinging to the dark side

bacteria and barnacles

a crusty roughness

which has many hiding places.

hiding from the light

on the murky bottom of the sea

so hidden no one can really see

how loud his plea

to be free

free from the chemicals out of sync