It's like I've been sick without this diagnosis
but I'm stuck feeling such a strange acidosis
Like the pills inside my body don't do a thing
So I'm constantly stagnant hearing church bells ring
But don't fret baby girl, you can hear my heart still beat
Even though you know that the demons have to feel defeat
My life is like a dice game and I'm losing the seven
The more I fail the roll, I can see myself in heaven
But these pills of winter's eve is like a drug to me
And I want to escape this asylum and go out to finally see
I wonder how many days have passed since I died
Since I haven't seen you forever or even heard of a cry
I've been stuck inside this box deep beneath the dirt
And I can't tell how dark it is, I'm hurt
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
