Listening to the music you know I’m just vibing
My business is my own the only one I’m minding
Climbing the mountain of self confidence I’m still trying.
Until my dying day I don’t awake an take my angel wings and start flying.
Some might be crying others faking their feelings and are just lying.
Being covered with dirt not worried about pain or being hurt
Embracing the peace or atleast enjoying the feelings I deserve.
Alcohol is just down the hall I hear it’s call coming from the freezer
Only a couple shots left its best I wait till tomorrow cause it is just a teaser.
I would love to quit but the shit makes my mind so creative
It’s a delight to write it makes my poems so relative.
I know I’m crazy or insane whatever you are calling it
Im just accepting it now instead of prolonging an stalling it.
As my mind opens out comes tyson moping as he was just awoken
Wonder what’s the occasion is it fighting as he is hoping.
Remembering the never ending fights with my thoughts in the darkness.
Trembling trying to assemble my parts so I didn’t end up heartless.
Many nights crying an relying on booze supplying my liver just so I can snooze.
Making any excuse to buy a bottle to abuse
Confused conscious an some loose screws.
Use to be a depressed mess but I couldn’t find a mop.
Wanted to clean up the sadness an put it to a stop.
It’s insanity addiction runs in my family it’s called alcoholics.
Frolicking through failure I’ll be sure to bounce back like hydraulics.
Stating the facts sometimes I hated how I would act.
Feeling like I was trapped just wanted to make a positive impact.
Marinating in madness the sadness was dragging me behind.
Meditating my monsters these imposters are trying to take over my mind.
Murrmanski
