Futile

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I try to wake up, but it's all too futile
Sleep paralysis, hard to breath, feels like dying

My brain's busted up, feeling senile
Ups and downs, drugs and despair,I'm sick of fighting

Bugged out of my mind, it's been a while
Long way to walk,lost in thoughts, overthinking

Out of focus,my efforts are futile
Like locusts,devouring my mind
Black hole in my soul,I'm in denial
These demons inside, we are the same kind
Went back to hell, there's a soul I gotta find
It's my own domain, I walk there with pride

I look up , shadows on my ceiling
Maybe ,my baby, will give me back my feelings

The liquor,drugs is keep smoking
Fucking up my system,will be good for healing

The ichor,sweet victory,keep sipping
Fall in the victory cup,stop breathing



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