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!