Lyrically lacerated, by the audiological addiction in which I feed,
Those Hazardous Harmonies ring into my waking thoughts,
scared, I am towards my future deeds.
These meaningful melodies tie them selves around my neck, forming knots, with a dark plot leaving me distraught.
I enjoy the self inflicted pain brought upon my heart when I push play,
wishing to forever be lost in the chorus, I close my eyes and pray,
That the songs on my playlist tell the story of how I lived,
And not at the shiv that I kept hid.
Waste a few brain cells,
To forget about times like this,
Wish love was like *** and would sell,
But today,it's like a hit and miss.
Late-night soliloquys stops me from any having any form of tranquility,
As I search for a safe ability to find any means for stability.
