Demons of depression, yet suppressing the aggression
Beacons of expression, repressing the only question.
Stressing twenty four seven, wonder “why the **** bother?”
Been a failure as a husband, son and even father
I'm the author writing hurried words, looking for perfect verbs
Words to describe how fake my life feels anymore, it's absurd
Eyes that can never be blurred, emotions I can't relate to
Even when my speech is slurred I can't escape the real truth
Who could reach me? Am I really just a hopeless basket case?
Who could teach me? Is it a waste to read to look upon my face?
Chased by ***** angels leaving my ******* mind mangled
A perfect life dangled, but trapped in a web that's too tangled
Strangled in my bedsheets, I wake up gasping for air asking
how I can defeat these demons and escape without crashing