Hara-Kiri

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 .