Feeling funny

I've been gone a couple minutes and I'm sorry for that.
Been hitting walls, smoking spliffs and rolling up in night caps.
A dangerous persona, as a matter of fact..
I don't wanna say it all but I've been pressed against my back,
feeling two feet tall, with no wheels for the track.
Demons long been appealing,
forever seizing any hope for the will that I lack.

I'm feeling twisted, torn up, and sprinkled over embers.
You wish me well, the hell inside me burns your wishes up
and sends them back to the sender.
I've so long been on this bender...

Lower than ocean floors, a little forward motion and
I can't help but close the doors and any good notions
that I'm implored to explore are ripped from my heart
as quick as items on sale at stores. I see you alone
on an island but fail to sail to yours,
I'm stuck too stale indoors.
Hurling on all fours, hurling towards depths of myself,
forever a bore..

That one last chore, before self reassessment,
in need of a breath mint.
Today's paper reads unwell,
might as well check the next print.
How do you spell, spellbound by a deathwish
in a way that sells to people who read over breakfast.
I've lost my sense of time, life no longer rhymes,
and now there's nobody to trek with.

Had a brother for life,
now I'm alone with the strife of losing you
in a noose feeling blue, we
were the duo that knew life
was all about enjoying the view but life got funny.
Now it feels dark when it's sunny,
no matter the booze, drugs or the money.
Ain't life funny?