Im empty inside
Only space where my soul used to reside
Im trying to revive, the zest I had for life
But many troubles and strife… have extended the night
To blanket my days… with an unholy haze
Of quandary and confusion… a disillusioning malaise
No more dreams of better days
Just a struggle, to the grave
I don’t know what im doing, no passion for pursuing
Simply repetitive actions… going through the motions
Constant days of relaxing… flowing with the ocean
The current of life…no questions… No opposition
I stare in the dark every night till I pass out
Nothing on my mind…just structuring rhymes
Devising a rhythm to life… so I can end it
Don’t give a fuck who I’ve hurt or offended
My beliefs and complacencies have been upended recently
I feel disease has afflicted my delicate spiritual ease
Im losing focus, path light, love and direction
Spending my time trying to keep an erection
Empty pleasures…the measures of a man who’s lost faith
In life, himself and the human race
A blemish on the earth’s face
A disgrace to his kin, a mistake
But despite all my sins, I can easily be erased
