those places amid the dark
its where I keep myself hidden
from the world around me
I find shelter within the black
I am a stranger to even myself
there are times I must admit
I fear even my very own shadow
for it has forsaken me in the past
but none more then I do onto me
I am the judge the jury executioner
my thoughts take me on a journey
at times I long to provoke them
but there are often times I hide
from the ruins of yesterday
they plague me like a virus I'm infected
yet I do not feel sick just alone
within the prison that is my thought
I have to remind myself that change
and not knowing about tomorrow
will help me get through today














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..::A pack a day to get me by An ounce of weed to keep me high Alcohol still numbs the pain Some things in life never change I don't know but I've been told You live this way you never grow old Our addiction hits so quick These bad habits are hard to quit
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..::A pack a day to get me by An ounce of weed to keep me high Alcohol still numbs the pain Some things in life never change I don't know but I've been told You live this way you never grow old Our addiction hits so quick These bad habits are hard to quit
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