Did your drugs ended last night?
Go cross the street, and get some more.
If you're sobber and a poet,
What are you just writing for?
I might need an asylum,
A prison, an empire.
I'm either mad or a genius,
I would save you and stabb your mom.
(To make sure you don't forget me)
Oh I've broke myself enough,
To make it prose, and rhymes and laugh.
Now I can dance with my feelings,
Without taking pills at night.
(Just me ? No way)
The urge to never ever breath,
slowly dying in your sleep.
But anyway,
You will wake up and forgive.
So just cry and write it down,
Every line in poetry was made of insanity.
