(11) Life In The Dark 11/26/23 @ 4:26am

My fucking lights burnt out!
Let me show you what my life is about.
Darkrooms, where my soul flies in capacity.
My spirit is gruesome.

Falling apart, disintegrating inside.
Sorrow is what fuels the tunes playing.
I stay alive long enough to make it through the night.
I’ll dig my grave 6 feet before I take a jail sentence.

Dark spirit’s stop by to visit night after night.
Cold and dark shadowed appearance.
Whispering, “Let’s get high homie!”
Taunting me with temptation.

Adrenaline and dopamine go hand in hand.
That’s why we’re labled, “Fucking drug addicts”.
I’m judged every day for the way I live.
Fooled me into believing in a higher power, till I awoke.

Patience has run its course.
Truth is within yourself, not in the sky.
You’re delusional to believe any of that.
There’s nothing out there for us.

Hatred against the wise.
Grateful for the freedom from religious ignorance.
Life’s a one way ticket with limited seats.
 I don’t need a book to tell me how to live!

Nobody asks to be born.
Life’s a temporary phase.
Nightmares are considered a message.
Take a bump and let this rhyme take you on a trip.

A world filled with intoxicated souls.
Eyes dilated, will I ever be sane?
I’ll change my ways one day.
I’m toxic like a substance, try me.

Bodies drop by the morning, wake up slurred..
Trying to recall what happened the night before.
You’ll never recover from those events.
Trauma set for life, that’s my reason to get high.

Questioning myself, whether I’ll ever change or not.
I don’t have a choice anymore.
There has to be another way.
I’m in the deep end of addiction.

I burnt all my bridges down and closed all the doors.
In the back of my mind, I know whatever this is ain’t right.
My consciousness is nagging me to get my shit together.
Lost in the blurry fog, I came to seek truth.

The truth is, death won’t hurt as much.
Life in the dark ain’t easy, swallowing pills.
I have high expectations for what’s to come afterwards.
Freedom from all the pain caused by life.

Until that time comes, I’ll be here.
Popping the seals of these bottles.
Racking up blood-worm lines.
Hitting bongs & rolling elements.

Hitting red meters when I drive.
Dumping out cold ass rhymes.
Telling stories from my point of view.
Living the day like it’s the last.