Life and Times (Part 3): The Unseen

In my dreams I have been to hell and back
And every morning I wake up
I say I’m going to get my life on track
Instead before the end of day
I’m back to my old ways
Addiction maybe
But it’s been harder to speak to God lately
And all my malicious acts have enslaved me
A prison of my own deeds that I’m still making
Falling out of consciousness I’m fading
Doing whatever I can to keep from drowning
In the pool of my own abyss while frantically wading
All the calm has been replaced by chaos
And while I’m running from my demise
Peace is the only thing that I am chasing
And at the same time picking up the pieces of the floor
So I can maintain the façade to the world I’m giving….


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