Sleepnights nights drowning my thoughts
What has become of me
In these nightly storms

I hold all these secrets
All of which I accepted
So I beg of you, bring me my casket
I'm a total basket case
And I'm tired of it

Just a poet
Writing and writing
Only for it to bring nothing
Just wicked beings demanding worship
I thought I was gifted
But it got complicated
So here I lay
Watching my blood
And my tears drip

I was told I was an infinite being with talent
And the nightmares became vivid
It left me twisted, It left me corrupted
So here I am
Addicted to the darkness

All this poetry Is heavenly
But not to me
I'm stuck in a cage
And losing my sanity
I beg of you
Please help me
I-I'll be in your debt forever and always
That isn't true, but I'll be thankful
Always.