smoke alarm still chirping,
my forehead against the wall

cycle of sin, tryna stop it
typing this in, prolly drop it
wait, lets weigh my options
2 weeks, a fortnight
till this **** will be over with.

i been alone in my **** for the longest,
future ain't as predictable as it seem
tired as ****, ain't been sleeping right
at the bottom of the pit,
seeing hallucinations of the past
my presence is fading