I wish I could quit
Stop getting lit
But nobody else is getting it
What is this addiction?
This addiction I feed into the most,
What is the host that flies coast to coast?
Well this addiction, it is sadness,
Not at all glamorous.
What did you expect?
Why did you care?
Why participate in rhymes that nobody will reply to?
Not even a little there and there.
I am so silly, but my conscience is aware of time.
Everything tics, waiting for me to find out who I really am.
A joke from which everything stems.
I just want to love and be kind.
But it seems others had something else in mind.
If I was brave enough,
I'd show you deep inside my soul,
but then you'd see you are covering a big hole.
Something I barely want uncovered,
But in time it may be discovered.
One of the deepest parts of me.
and one of the darkest, I decree.
A never ending pit that I posses
And how will I get rid of it? I obsess