Swallow that lump inside of your throat Open up the closet and push aside all the clothes You believe, and never needed more to be said To leave you scared of that little gap between the floor and your bed So you jump, leaping over all of your options And retreat right back to that bed we call a coffin To sleep, never actually getting a wink Due to all the little devils that dance around in your dreams And attack you, pull you under the bed with their hands And take away the chance of you ever making a stand And if anything actually ever went as you planned That you could retrace the steps that you ran But only if it hits, if it speaks You could fight it to the death in the streets You'll grip those sheets in attempt to hide And figure out that you've been running from the feeling of never leaving alive
This is and excerpt from the song "Boogie Man" by Grieves (Benjamin Laub). In this song he is talking about struggling with his **** addiction. This artist is one of the most talented and one of my favorite poets. He really has a way with words and his music touches me in a way that I have never known before. He is a true artist and I just thought I would share one of my favorite verses with you all.