Personal Verse

Lately I've been finding myself

I'm sorry, always with doubt

I hate the drugs they say might help

but I'm stuck silently sound

hoping it works, maybe it changes

maybe an escape without catch

faces are Jackson Pollock paintings

a lost soul with a frame detached

if I try to picture it I lose focus

I got no friends, just fake shit in digsuise

I stay up late, I write my magnum opus

because nothing amounts to what I feel inside

maybe nothing does but that's hopeless

I keep notes within bottled oblivion's

leaving a treasure deep under it's tide

an endless abyss

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