Depression

Waking when the world disappears one day

I’m sorry Maphy I can’t be with you in person

When I see something beautiful I feel like Tyler Durden

Burden is when I have to listen and place the cards right

Who doesn’t want a bigger piece

But somebody else bites

My knowledge my wisdom like the dirt in my nails

Directions don’t hit me, expecting fails

Blowing the bigger stress

Growing a ponytail

Me sorry me Humba

I can’t always be an alpha male

What happened to Mr. Joseph?

Was is justice denied?

Supression part oppression

Any culprits for trial?

Played them notes real good

Heard he’s a good guy

I’m just afraid of dying and no one knows why

A victim of my imagination

Venting out frustration

Inner dialogues become dreams become nightmares

When survival’s guilt’s chasing you

You can’t outrun yourself

Every now and then we’d break down together

Coloured walls soaking in the secrets we tell each other

Confessing how being in control is getting harder

She can’t hear me say it so I’d write her this letter

To the little one who flew country

Not a day goes by I don’t miss you terribly

There’s happiness in madness

That keeps you away from darkness

And creativity reaches a new level of grotesqueness

How could I be forgotten for being a little great

Putting it all out it’s never too late

Age is just a number I hear it all the time

Unsure how to feel when you’re three times a dime