Risperidone

Sine wave emotions, meticulous abstract thought
A decade of my reasoning wrought
The morbid feeling of leaning off a ledge
Is it risperidone that impedes the revolving door with a wooden wedge?

In the past I was dizzy and more
A warm, safe home, the only entrance, a revolving door
I once was allowed inside by the powers of risperidone
The industrial winter has long taken root outside where I now roam

The desires of Masoch do not reflect the reasoning for my abstinence
For climax being synonymous with joy does not make sense
The sum of my natural states of body and mind,
Will hopefully one day make a new, but different, safe, warm, home of mine