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…