falling down a rabbit hole
of vices, addictions
chasing predictions to their sorry ends
can only get a sorry benz these days
but the chit come cheap
gladly hit the terrain for a couple days of irresponsibility
for a while lost the ability to communicate
i tried to medidate but got lost in the haze
gradually showered in pathetic fallacies
grey days bring lazy ways
just smoke the pain away
the hash a gateway to getaways
drive bys in gta
the bloods spilling either way
the knife just a slip away from twisting veins
maybe pain is only way to migitate the numbness that i feel today
and every fucking day
hate to placate the demons that dance around me
tempting me with wine and sweet honey
funny how an unseen face can replicate feelings administered as if medicated
take a step back
inhale
smoke billows betwist willows and i wallow for a while
this my garden of gethsemane
has my god forsaken me as i sit under dying trees and wonder why the fuck he choose me
or if she even did at all
falling short always a tall order bordering on self harm
the charm lies in being lucky
break fast regularly when it gets too much
when such and such started giving a fuck it overwhelmed me
i drown in doubts and like mould sticks to grout
no matter how hard you scrub the black always shows
my soul grows past the edges on these locks and shock
rocky horrors a picture show of sisyphean energies
cos this hash was never the remedy
more a melody too high for human fears
rooted in acedia