In the bane of my existence I feel limited on the edge of insanity
The seriousness of my unrequited morale
Has me in its grips and as vain as I feel my soul has become
It still haunts me at a constant.
How many dreams are enough?
How many fantasies can get me off
While I bounce around on my own cloud nine
Reality beats me down, murders me in cold blood
Without hesitation I don’t bat an eye
I am mourning my own creativity
I take time to breathe and I reminisce about the light in my eyes
I try to remember the luminosity
The will that my soul takes for me when mentally I cannot do it alone
I will never give up the will …
