Adapt and Overcome.
" Denial and Heartbreak, Tis great "
Constant memoires of past indulgents - weild pain
my emotions are drained, and what reigns is insane
permanent shackled dreams for my blood it screams,
constant lifelines gleam but quiver me it seems.
I've realised i'm alone, i have nothing at all
its to hard to enthrawl, i hear my conscience call,
through diver winds, economy falls im left to crawl
i cannot recall an instance hense its why i scrawl.
" No Money...None at All "
A labarinthe of thoughts mangled frantically -
a weary feeling of hate built up botanically -
I understand i have no money, why him? its funny
when hatreds sweet and abyss runs smooth like fluid.
" Murder!! Why does it sound ever so sweet? "
I have blood on my hands, i crave it, it demands...
what have i done ? why ? i have blood on my hands -
deaths a hot prospect i'm evil, what did you expect
so why? i'm mad don't show off - i'm riled and erect.
" Demons Eat me, They're everywhere "
My minds a far cry, i wallow in pity and cannot ecsape
its astray from my usual feelings yet astray from scape
The darkness shines on me, its shielding brings bitterness
To far to regress, and possibly suppress i utterly transgress.
Well, why not get on with it, canister my emotions
Normal life - a possible notion, why not then put words in motion.
I've dealt with it, i'm adapting to life its duely noted
and ditributed upon thoughts - I'm perfectly devoted.
" Living outside the womb, conquering the box..."
To overcome is to stare into the face of danger -
to stare down the barrel of a gun or pee into the wind...
To overcome is to provail, concise like ones first steps.
-Thomas.
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