I've got issues
nothing insues
sanity
I've no time for
vanity
No only crazed
aspirations
There's no telling
What I'll do next
I lust for
drugs and sex
That's all I do
is think
About some
shit
then I sit
and reminisce
Over a smoke
and some whisk'
it dulls the pain
There's no room
in my brain
for more
cocaine
Oh well that's
life
cutting my truths
sharp like
knives
And there's no
use for my
praying
for it all ends in
vain.
VERY RAW help please?
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Very interesting style, keeps the eye traveling and the brain wanting the next line and image. Maybe tie in "whisk'" with no room for pain, since that numbs the brain......... very good piece.
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Good idea, thanks for the compliments too!
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