Writing over Letters, Pt. 2

Visiting clinics
Back-to-back I’m at it
Filling my scripts
All of my habits
Are the creators of my casket
That I reside in
For too long I have been fighting
Everything that I’m trying to keep above Poseidon
And I feel like I’m a defection
With an obsessive head that’s messing with
All of the tears that I’m letting get
On my shoes
But what do I really have to lose?
I look at my attitude
I’m dying by the exactitude