Addiction
After many years, and many pills, washed down by way of an ignoring attitude, and a glass of wine…
A hopeless rescue attempt for my soul ensued
In danger of extinction, because of ridiculous indecencies I went and surrounded myself with again and again
And if this modern day myth, portrays my situation in the worst way, I do apologize...
Even if I seem distracted and recklessly sentimental about it all
But like a circle, life comes back around on itself...
Remaining the ever costant certainty in this so-called linear age of humanity
Shrugging off my identity, along side a piece of responsibility again
Seems like it's the thousandth time in twenty some-odd years
Shedding my present style just like a snake discards its skin...
But despite my best efforts, I feel it is all leading up to the end
My world of late has been a series of distractions, ruses and miss direction
Old addictions, acting in new ways...
Friends, twisted and turned, until they resemble something more like my foes
And in the midst of it all, I am but a whisper among echoes
Lost under the copious amount of voices, reverberating off these poorly lit, and decorated walls
Standing on the precipice of my own overrated ideals
Experiencing the most beautiful life...
Shown in the worst possible light
