Hanible

I Always Think I Need A Title

Sometimes it stops me 

From 

Writing my way through 

Day after day 

Staying in a 

Dark and lonely place 

Frozen 

Quick to anger 

Five too ten pills

Just to calm down 

Eyes closed 

Still in fight mood

Thinking I needed you title 

At night 

The moon kept me warm 

While I scream that the stars

Afraid

Hiding 

No friends 

No family

My blood is venom