Spirit skeleton

Minds cynical heart powerful
Souls black eyes charming tho
Twisting slithering sickness
With quickness i pop pills to numb this
spiraling outta control sweating on the floor
the raven calls nevermore my stomachs sore
Its getting misty lines are twisting
Mind is spliting theres no connecting
with anyone or anything im numb no feeling theres never time for healing
were all just slowing dieing crying inside asking are selfs why
We get cold wither away and die
No color left in my eyes
My spirits died