My brain is numb can’t try
The ire provoked through the dire
You were the light to find my truth
Sometimes I think about me and who
Often my mind is too foggy to see through
Preservation or survival tactics
I’m subliminally manic
Constant smoke to calm my panic
My hand in the devils pocket
Your face and a drop of our blood in a locket
The memory hurts too bad
So I threw away the key to unlock it
I speak in parables like a mad man
Never planned on it
Never was tolerable
I am dying
Sand falls through the glass
It leaves me comatose
I sold my soul
In hopes
Pen writes the rope tosses over I blot it over
In ink
Abstract and never in sync I sink
Thought you were choking me
At last alive but all I can do is think