severe blues

feelin' broken, feelin' wasted, feelin' like i'm scratching my head before the hanging tree, these feelings i have are distinctly unpleasant, manuals of meditation say you just have to note the feelings down, but these feelings consume my blood and almost boil over to the point where i am afraid that i will lose control of my actions, yes, that piece of wood is a prefect size to smash into someone's head... the world is turning ugly, the world is turning sour, ain't nothing to do with the world of course, just these eyes through which i am seeing things, so much more though than just these eyes; waves of feeling, an avalanche of feelings...the dusty bottom of the barrel is being scrapped in regard to what i have to do to maintain a basic form of sanity, feel like i'm going under, feel like the experiences of life that roll on up to me are soon going to have enough force to push me over and yeah i'm gonna be lying there on a bed somewhere too weak to get up, feelin' destroyed, as it all washes over me with lines of babylon drummers poundin' spikes of life-failure deeper into my flesh, thoughts like these whirlin' beneath the unforgivin' clouds...how has it come to this?