My brain is on autopilot
I need to lay down and pray
My head is causing riots
My thoughts don’t seem to stay
As I reach for my ink pen
I can feel my pain seeping
I’m not in shallow waters
I’m currently in the deep end
Just when I think All I needed was faith
My brain shriveled up
There’s no way to escape
To this world without my mask and cape
All I’m busting are blanks
When I need to be making my way to the bank
Instead I sit back in anguish
Bouta throw me tantrum
My words aren’t the vaguest
But I’m sticking out like a ***
My ink is dried up like leftover ***
Its like having the moon but without the Sun
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
My brain is on autopilot
I need to lay down and pray
My head is causing riots
My thoughts don’t seem to stay
As I reach for my ink pen
I can feel my pain seeping
I’m not in shallow waters
I’m currently in the deep end
Just when I think All I needed was faith
My brain shriveled up
There’s no way to escape
To this world without my mask and cape
All I’m busting are blanks
When I need to be making my way to the bank
Instead I sit back in anguish
Bouta throw me tantrum
My words aren’t the vaguest
But I’m sticking out like a ***
My ink is dried up like leftover ***
Its like having the moon but without the Sun
