Shadow puppets

god can see me bleeding out and still puts pressure on me but little did I know pressure is what stops a bleed.

If you ask me I’d tell you the road to hell was paved with good intentions..and some of the best things I’ve seen would only be anothers honorable mentions.

I live in the clouds that are my fears but constantly watch all the sun shine on my peers. that’s what it means to be addicted

if you have to lie just tell me something that I’d like to hear. shit takes me back to that day in June.

when we kissed on a Saturday afternoon and you wouldn’t let me in the kitchen cause of you’re sink filled with broken needles and burnt spoons afraid that I would judge you.

but who am I to judge I will show love because I know what it’s like to need something and not know where to look to find it. but trust me baby when the stars are aligned god will probably provide it. why?..

well honestly I don’t know many of these people don’t like to listen.

but why would they when I’ve been so quick to dismiss them.

a dark little artist with tainted ink in my veins

I sit here watching my words on a page engulf into flames

while the question she asked remains picking my brain

why?…

hell maybe I’m on a cheap vacation drowning in a bottle speaking another language rather then our same old toxic conversations instead I’ll trade it with standard intoxication.

with a daily dose of the doctors medication.