6am

What to do at 6am
Pack a bowl take a toke
Handfull more
Go have a smoke
Stay real high
Cough up blood
Prepare to endure
Thee inevitable flood
Pain of the body
Of the soul and the mind
IV to the brain
Novacane would be kind
Throw these thoughts in a box
Locked it up, labeled "nonsense"
But my dreams scream the thoughts
That I can't fathom when I'm conscious
Masochistic algorithms
should not be the solution
Prosthetic? Anesthetic?
for the postpartum pollution
Force fed this shit
Since the day you we're born
Everyone has a battle
Some armors more worn
Some have life better
Some have life worse
Some receive a blessing
Others, bestowed a curse
Don't get me wrong
I still laugh I can smile
There are even times I'm happy
It just takes me a while
some of you are there
Picking me up after each fall
You know who you are
For this, I love you all
You keep me fighting
Get me through day by day
My own personal reasons
To keep the darkness at bay
The strom decides to settle
Perhaps I can slumber
Find solace in the fact
Death didn't call my number
But if you can't sleep
I mean, come on, it's you
You'll get lost in your thoughts
But I'll tell you what to do
Pack a bowl take a toke
Handfull more
Go have a smoke
You survived the day
Now, cough up blood
Prepare yourself
For tomorrow's flood