Mental State
Mental state
Stained fingertips
Gold tobacco and poisons sips
But whatever helps me sleep right?
Maybe I’m to blind to see for proper sight
So, I top up, ready for war and another lonely night
Why fight these things done daily, when you are
gone so lately
Sometimes I see demons in my smoke
Whispers in my mind, just one more toke
Then, an angel offers salvation, one clean breath of
hope
Lord knows why we do these things to cope
But now it’s getting late, time to drop all this self-
hate.
Now you must learn to love yourself,
Wealth it comes from a little change
I know you will rearrange your mental state
It’s not at all to late,.
It’s not…
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2022
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