Things haven’t got better
Those clowns turned into a ghost and beside me seems they were forever
I’ve started smoking, taking marijuana and *******
Might help me get out from those faces that really haunt my brain

I’ve drunk a lot of wine for them to my head be lost
Relieve me for a while but really I’m getting worst
Lately I've realized that I did have this cursed
My head can’t take it anymore seems going to burst

This is not what I crave
But to the stars might be already been engraved
A fate that no one could ever delete
I am so very wrong thinking that I belonged to the elite

They’re coming in numbers pushing me to the edge
I ended up looking for a gun… a rope… a blade…


written: July 31, 2014 @ 7:00 pm PH Time

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