Hope swirls round and round the holes in my head.
Heart pulses pound  pound as I roll in my bed.

What do I live for? What do I die for?
Do I want more? What would it be for?

Just trying to close my eyes but I'm in the deep end again
Just trying to lose my sighs but I'm depressed and its a drain

I'm golden and jaded a dreaded choker round the neck
Rhymes sodden, faded, and overstated what a wreck

Maybe feign my death just close my eyes and finally rest
A baby cryin for breath so sözel; lies sandy easily infest

Every nook of life filled with uncomfortable grains
The ground shook as I lied with comfortable pains

Friend of mine lost his mind
Line by line  he left it behind
And he left me in kind

Burnt brain, burnt foil
Emotion came to boil
Turned black as oil

Laughter died long after the eyes
The lies he plied were just a guise
Never wise in a bed of maggots and flies

So many claim that they will commit violence
But are cowards who will commit to silence
In the moments of need remain still and compliant
Thank goodness for others cowardice
How else would we have unregulated avarice

I remember, left you on read
In December looks like your dead

Path to follow its paved in rust beneath is hollow
Many fell below turned to dust that's hard to swallow
It's follow or bust though so where will they go
Head off the pillow rest not a must time is shallow

Leaders after success, not yours not mine just theirs
Others suffer to cater at a dime serve wine without a share
Career servants without time tearing out their hair
Fair is never what comes near the life of a waiter

Family members, team players, sacrificed at the altar
Never allowed to falter the atmosphere grows hotter
Grease and sweat drip off wage workers
Sickness, death, and age as they grow older

Nothing to account for no money
Nothing to amount to no property
Nothing to surmount except poverty
Nothing but a body-count for inequality

Scars on my back match the scars on my lungs
I can't ever take it back I've already made the jump
Funny thing is now I don't hate myself
Funny thing is now all I have is myself
Self love narcissism and wealth
Roads paved listen as I pour out my health
Woes and leaves fall where I once knelt

Narcotics are often very therapeutic
Tonics, the prescribed chronic do the trick
Unplatonic love for the sick sold by a doctorate