How do I stop the ****** voices from talkin.
This emotional roller coaster is a muthafucker.
Bout ready to get off. when's the next stop?
Feeling stuck in a pit bottom
How do I make it to the top?
Who can I talk to without passing the virus
That's eating me internally
Taking away from my being
Being able to smile, being able to provide, to support & encourage
My vision of the positive constantly distorted
It's a plague & it's contagious
You'd take cover if you knew better
But ignorance is the greatest.
How would you know when I've painted on a grin
Not until I open my mouth and escapes the Gin
Off my breath into your face
Then you'll understand a lil better
My mental state

It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs.             To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
stupid.
Stupors feel better
lucid
and this, this all feels better in sleep.

liquor gets me real drunk and warm

in my stomach is whiskey kindle

my chimney throat smokes without fire

and all the burning and pressing

matters leak without heat