Color bleeds through my blinds
Hate then thank the light
I’m alive again
In denial
Wanna die again
Toss and turn
Got a fever and it burns
Up n trudge away from it
Morning air borrows last nights cold
I’m born, I’m young, I’m growing
Slowing, now I’m feeling old
This morning.
Think of what I’d like to do
Still do what I want
Hours blend together
Suddenly it’s dark
Haunted by the wishes of production and activity
I should of, could of, would of, but my laziness hacked into me
I try to word out all these thoughts
The ones that miss the paper
Are the ones that drive me to the web
Drugs, digital paper.
Scrolling is my savior
Never comprehend a **** thing
Plugging in my manger
****, distracted by the sad things
Listen to the words in rhythm
Listen to the instruments
Try to find some inspirations
My spit plays the ligament
Wish I had a field of green
Snowy disposition
Work is certainly a need
Showing my division
Training day, its time to suffer
To complete the mission
Action makes reality
What I saw in a vision.
Live it.