Life, Love, and Everything In Between

Voices in My Head

Poison in my veins, inside im torturing my brains,
and still I try.
Voices in my head, am I alive or am I dead?
Alone I cry.


Im still awake
Its quarter to six, im trying to write and I aint thought of no shhh,
I live with guilt like I slaughtered the sick
I live with shame, like my daughter a bitch,
I dont make living but i still persist
I could sell out but i still resist, so dont tell me about no pain and shit,
I was born and raised in poverty bitch
And I smile all the while and dont complain
Im something like Gail Scott heroine,
Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again?
The bitterness in the killer the poet,
The river of blood within the mess flowin,
Im the bitterness in the killer the poet,
The river, the blood will keep on flowin,
People inside me say,
They wanna see me go on tragically, and its evil, its evil,
Cuz im only twenty something years old working for a crumb or some bread or nothin...


The harder the struggle the deeper the trouble,
Come out of the bubble,
Ill teach you to cuddle,
With demons inside me, what demon is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin this season,
Sleep in a danger, my nose when im readin, its bleedin on paper, its bleedin on paper,
And im tired of this violence, so tortured inside,
Ain't it awkward that im this open inside,
Have I already died?
Has mom already cried?
And why do I feel like im over this life?
Im not hateful, im grateful,
My girlfriend is tasteful, livin it up, I might even blow,
Like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And explosion that leaves the whole coffin covered in dust,
And the people, inside me saying, they wanna see me go tragically,
And its evil, because im only twenty something, working for some crumbs and some bread
And nothing

posted by That Canadian Guy @ 10:35 p.m.