The Writer

Stem from a past you’d want to forget Just for a second Finish your drink and light your cigarette Blink your eyes what do you let in? Something I look back at every day But I became better keeping myself at bay Sit back and inhale let my mind be taken away My form of therapy thats frowned upon But it doesnt stop me from hitting the bong Grabbing a pen and in my words I’ll be gone You see? Im the hurt who jsut got higher & with a pen and a pad I developed a writer Its a verbal war how I hate to fight her But in all the agression I developed a writer Now feelings for her are graved at sea, it all F**ked off now I write poetry Im a verbal war whos now on the brink Fascinated by thoughts words and ink With every sentence I jot another battleship sinks But every line that is dropped I get lost in a jynx Its an outer body trip away from mankind A walk thru the past the good and bad times A look at what is only tracing paper just covers what was never said see you later Its all the same at a different time But I write for change and to take back whats mine I write so one day the sun can still shine Even if it rains the sun will be out No longer this screaming mind will shout So then it wont rain over this new route When I look back at what I’ve seen I need to take the time to close my eyes and dream Tell myself the air I breathe is still clean I wont be affected by whats not that seems Carry on my way and the nightmare just weins