Write Away, Silly Boy

Life is hard,
For the ones you trust,
Turn on you,
For power, for lust.

As I write this,
Time goes on.
It's 4 in the mornin'
Seems so long..

No sleep for me,
Not on this night;
Or should I say morning?
Hell, who cares, my mind is..
Let's say, in a fight.

Real fucked up;
On what you ask?
Well, I could dell you,
But, alas.
I won't, I can't
Cuz...where's the fun in that?

Goes up yer nose,
But it's neither white nor clear.
That's yer hint,
No more, my dear.

Blah.Blah.Blah.
Don't ask,
Don't tell.
This secret is mine.
So..deal.

I'm sorry yer reading this,
Because, you see.
I'm the we-ta-ded
SOFA KING

&& this rhyme,
Means nothing to...mee