JADED
Confessions of A Lost Soul
With every sip and every puff,
Thoughts start slowly declining when I’ve had enough.
To feel and react is becoming my poison
feeding into my inner demons I have chosen.
Cloudy vision from endless searching
Only to feel Artificial emotions lurking
What stays and what goes is confusing
Dragging along ,who is losing ?
Seems as if the past is like a merry go round
And Verbal scars are echoing each time so loud !
Is my soul the reflection of the ocean
Or the grains of sand my emotions .
A two in one catastrophe
Which one of us is true being
What will I do when I give up
Will this all make sense or just erupt!
Will I ever grow into my shell
Or will all the struggles meet in hell!