Mental Chess Is Like Thinking About Thinking

Anesthetics Make us pathetic We were numb from the bottom up Imbedded to start habits we can't finish What I mean is Wrecked from substance One more time would've done it Lungs of smoke Intentions are a joke. Choke! or fall apart like a yolk. This is your brain on love, Our brain on love is the best thing that could of happened in a month, at least since the last struggle That left us belly up on a rug, vomiting is rough when it goes on for days And depletes your gut funds. Pardon my explicit description among My thoughts That are strung Across my brain with nikes, and run. Breath heavy, this devil just met me but it swears it knows the best me On the low key wrecks me But I'm forgetting It affects me. Real killer. Real problems. Real stress. Real debt. Real mess. Nothing left. Death. Like un-attraction to the skin they're in. Can't win, Can't change within. Wipe my hands again And fly off the swing and exit the playpen Connections and reflections Constantly tested Messed with Un-rested Failed success methods Ineffective, What the stress did It made me a wreck, Fall apart to fall together With sanity left. Exit the playpen I don't wanna stay in, Forever remember The place I didn't make it. The place that was a matrix And took me to foreign places Seen so many faces Faded and blank stares I'm living for over there. Putting myself together like a puzzle Without the corners, But I still cared to be a player.