OSB = Purple
Drakel = Blue
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I am my own worst enemy....take a look....

Ashaming myself... Claiming I've felt bliss and appeared,
Maiming my health... Blaming this hell for the glistening tears,
Remaining so stealth... Making a spell for the listening ears,
For fame and the wealth... Ashames me to tell all my sickening fears,
Been aiming to help... Changing myself cause i've given it years,
Nor tame or rebel... Stupidity comes easily, I envision it clear,
Thoughts come greedily... Game won't excel if I'm living in fear,
Speak truth but noones ever willing to hear, Ain't that ironic,
Almost like me drinking from wine glasses but the filling is beer,
Mind state is gloomy... And the night air is chilling and sheer,
Candle lit flames illuminating my ora... It's making a story,
Why explain my defects when this verse is creating it for me,
Waiting to sore free... Forsaken my glory....... Timing it all,
Trust too much until my enemies rise like vines climbing the wall,
Stars are lighting my path... To a man lost they're paving the way,
I'm Laying awake... Absorbing the moon and its radiant rays,
Praying for days for no depression... I can't stand another,
Ya'll don't understand, but you will when this canvas' colored,
Only escape from myself is losing my past in the gloom and mist,
Or sitting at the table as I grab a pen... and move my wrist...

looking back on my life, i wish i found the time
to write rhymes of guidance that my children could find
and expand their minds, eyes wide, recline and unwind
find the warmth of a father's love, entwined in the sublime of sunshine
but i never was that kind, ignored signs to unravel the hype
stayed oblivious in my core, even though the apple was ripe
the world continued to elapse, my past making persistent visits
future swirling to collapse, digging holes, leaving consistent divots
imbedded in my soul, the chances i neglected are taking a concise toll
protected my hold on life, controlled vise never let the dice roll
so i stroll silently.......crippled to the blind eyes of society
slipping slowly in my mind......dipping in and out of sobriety
not a sight to see, passion for writing, eternally turning to anxiety
driving me towards internal infernos while death's hand is guiding me
i stand motionless, hands skilled geysers waiting till emotion hits
thoughts fill with the gift of rhythm, vains spill desire, my devotion shifts
broken wrists heal, ideals evolve concealed truths, ink reveals unspoken myths
feel my rage through endless pages, resolve my disputes with open fists
just to find hope in this....the art im creating, im fading more each day
music instates a light...shading me from what waits beneath the grey

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this world is a drug, and everyone's selfish



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