Empty
I feel like I've been burried alive ,
I'm loosing my mind , I've fallen behind ,
behind the line I could never cross or ever define.
I look for the ever Devine sipping the grape from the vine ,
I've been stabbed in the back multiple times
I feel like jesus when they left him behind ,
I'm stuck around Judases but I ain't really new to this
so loosen the nooses is this how I pay for my crime ?
to repent with every lyric and every rhyme , I've contemplated suicide like like hundred thousand times
but I could never do it because I'm empty inside ... Ironic .
So im sippin on the tonic to hide ,
using grampses logic , with liquor at least he could smile when he felt dead inside.
Copyright © Anthony Bookram | Year Posted 2020
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