Sketch from a scribble note.
Hold on, before your tongue chokes.
Lift up that empty hope.
And cry with the life you once thought.
Hold out your Vains and sink in your pain.
Lock up the past and walk in your lane.
Darkness spreads. And your dreams are dead. Live for you. That's freedom right?
Keep saying this earth is your mother life.
With black rings under your windows. Pick up that tool. Drown out tomorrow. Bend your spin and count the time...... Someday you'll be fine. Someday. Eyes open. Body frozen. Kiss kiss. This always helps. That release....is this free? They hurt you. Bitter. But you were sweet. Deep deep beat. Feel your bones, brittle and weak. They were shadows and that drink was your ticket out......of your mind. Time ticks. Hands shake. Close your eyes. Your heart breaks. Why can't I be myself? What is a name?
Back to that canvas once again. It starts out blank, then colors fade. They ripped it away. But the one thing left is your pain. Crawl back into it. Breathe in the smoke. Life begins to choke.