Hara-Kiri.
Sometimes I over drink
Oops I mean over-think.
Ah fuck it,
It's the same damn thing .
I overpour my glass ,
Leaving no room for coke .
The voice repeating in my head ,
Of the last words you said .
You ask why I'm self-destructive
But the truth is , I don't know .
I'm starting to think the devil is a lie.
The only evil that I can see
is what I've buried deep inside of me.
I'm going to lose myself ,
It's only a matter of time !
I'm starting to get lazy,
and just copy and paste ,
All the words that went nowhere,
So they don't go to waste .
Maybe I'm just over this shit,
And need a change of pace.
I have a lot to say,
but a lot remains unspoken .
My creativity is asleep
and dares not be woken .
I write what I feel but ,
my pencil needs to be sharpened.
This used to keep my demons
From making a revival.
Now when I write I don't even try at all.
I don't know how to escape this .
So I live in denial.
What's left to say that
I haven't already said ?
The devil lives inside of me
Deep within my head .
I think it's time to introduce
My brain to a little piece of lead .