Don't seek shelter from the storm, life is about rebuilding.

I think I lost my ability to write sober and it scares me shitless
Everything I've ever wrote that's worth something has been a product of drugs
Everything that has ever rhymed
and flowed
and ebbed like the sea has been a result of alcohol
I am a cliché
All of my thoughts are the same recycled ones of the media and social influence that are only brought to surface with chemicals in my bloodstream
All of my romanticism and pain and obsessive verses are mediocre when I am not high
I am not as creative as I claim
I am a fraud
I am a fraud.

The details
      
                                                  ­              Leave me
As my time elapsed    

                                                    Know that                  
                                                                ­                 There is no choice in your
                                      Addictions
           ­                                                       
         ­                                                            That my creation
Is better than
                                                                ­  Reality

                                                      ­                                    And I can't promise
All the pieces



But

                                              You'­ll enjoy
                                               The noise

Fingertips brushing
Freedom

Scars make regrets
And mistakes are in the past

But dream on
Little dreamer
Keep your hands held out
And eyes open

   ~   ~    ~   ~  

Open eyes
And out held hands
Dreaming little dreams

But the past is in mistakes
And regret makes scars

Freedom
Brushing
F
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