leave it like this sign a name then scribble it from existing; Blood was shed and blindness almost enshrouded in the making, the blank ink reminds me of the feeling familiar With this pen and I swam in lyrics that I tried to climb into, they never seemed to fit - lose weight. ok, and sweet dreams I injected like heroine into my head; yes they had done the worst to me but alas, that’s addiction: one never fears the desire because the greed is fuelled in return with the buzz (hope,worth,purpose?something/one). Gambling; waste my wealths (worth,time) upon it to only taste failure before me each time, but always return slowly because “a time will come” - to win; I haven’t yet. do you wish that sometimes they told you dont give up, without “don’t”?
slap reality across your right cheek that burns red in naivety.