soul searching

          
         
         
    have always been a writer-without audio; not out here chasing coins like I'm  
 mario; soul is crying out-through each word that's written; the melody is silent though there's many notes;          
         
         
    I remember when the bar was my second home; I just needed to forget that I'll die alone; I was aiming for the knockout from the kitchen sink; at least my mind would slow down till it's long gone        
         
         
    the last and final door, life will stare upon you; the last and final door, is one's only home; still hard to digest the inevitable-are the thoughts that one's faced with while one's all alone;          
         
         
  laying there in bed feels like preparation; always in one's head; one could never shake it; browsing through one's phone as one's heart is acheing; soul searching through each night for some confirmation-          
         
         
  that it isn't all bad-while it really is; that it isn't all sad-while it really is....this little bit of life is only shortly lived; and one could never seem to shake what is negative