catching sleep

Words so soft had me sleepin,

pillow talkin you was creepin

hiding undercover

here steady thinking

dumb motherfucker

really took me for a sucker

left me to my vices healing

you would rather see me suffer

you would rather own my feelings

I would rather do no speaking

everytime you hit my phone

scheming, take me out my zone

trapped by my fallacies

often left without a home

mind stuck in entropy

constant contingencies

wake up half passed unkown

self medicate once again

must alleviate my sins

too far for jesus to handle

devil tellin me get a grip

so i grabbed sticks

prepared for the heat that followed.

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