I'm tired of being tired but
I’m even more tired of being awake
I hate breathing
But everytime i try to stop
I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself
To see how long i can hold my breath
I see it as a game
But should you play with death?
“Stop ******* eating Xanax”
Keep eating xanax
The same people telling you to stop
Give you more reasons to play the game
Most people want to win
I’d rather lose
I want to disappear
They tell me this is only going to end one way
And i respond with only one word
“Hopefully”

My beautiful women in pictures.
It’s making me feel like
I am about to have a seizure,
They even make me feel
like this is my harem
And I’m a man of leisure
They might carom
they don’t even remind me
of Buster Narum
and with a crayon
I could tell how they’d
feel in rayon.

even a snake has a voice, 'she said'

The stormy night
The lights are out
Enjoying the candle light
Alone in my flat
Watching the rain torrent
Heavy Sound of water
Touching the ground
And a hot cup of tea
Makes a perfect mood
to leave my thoughts behind
and write something
with pen and paper
in yellow light

A wisp of
smoke
Billowing
in heavy gusts
of wind.