The Ickiest

Uneasy thoughts creep out of the sewer Snarling muscle bound balls that suck the good parts of your soul like black holes (What am I tripping on) Snakes creep out of my brain, down my neck and spine Tying me up in vines I try to pull away but no matter what they stay Like a virus Easy to forget but never rid of I fight to keep them at bay To my dismay The fight will NEVER end A worthy fight and I’ve got time to spend On hacking away Spirit tucked away With light to expand out and save the day But demons in disguise pour acid over Feel like I need a four leaf clover