I try to wake up, but it's all too futile
Sleep paralysis, hard to breath, feels like dyingMy brain's busted up, feeling senile
Ups and downs, drugs and despair,I'm sick of fightingBugged out of my mind, it's been a while
Long way to walk,lost in thoughts, overthinkingOut 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 prideI look up , shadows on my ceiling
Maybe ,my baby, will give me back my feelingsThe liquor,drugs is keep smoking
Fucking up my system,will be good for healingThe ichor,sweet victory,keep sipping
Fall in the victory cup,stop breathing
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Soft poems
PoetryIt's a little work that will evolve from time to time, I hope you appreciate it. I'm not speaking the best English, since it's not my first language, please be mindful when giving advice :) My primary goal is to spark a discussion about the beaut...