BIT BY BIT
bit by bit they seam to fall.
Piece by piece they come along,
hear I stand in a mix,
hear I fight,
trying so hard not to give in,
fighting myself as I yell out loud,
searching and searching for a way out,
as I get ready to fall to the ground,
hear I fight as one hand has it all,
another is holding me in a stand still,
the white die is there in the mix of the can,
pulling it up with the cotton so bright,
I am sick to the bone and as I shake for one last take,
the rush that my mind is craving,
the dive in that warms my soul,
hear I go to a point that is so strong,
diving in, it takes it's toll,
the pinch of the skin in it goes,
the darkness of my blood shows it all,
twisted up it the white mix,
holding on to that one last breathe,up it goes like a rocked ship the vines of my soul that once was rich,
carrying me thou this rush that is so true and real beating my heart,
that is hanging on by one little peace of heaven and a hole lot of hell,
I turn to run Caz my body just went off to a world that no one should ever see,
but to me the felling it gives every time I spend in a rush of sadness,
twisted it may seam crazy they say, but to me the felling of being free,
is the felling that I love to take,
the shaking is all over my body the clothes fly off as my skin seams to leave,
from head to toe only I know what it fells like to rush so good,
hell is my friend with death by my side,
every time I feed my vain with white die inside,

baby cakes 1/21/2017