Things haven't got better

Those clowns turned into ghost and beside me seems they were forever

I've started smoking, taking marijuana and cocaine

Might help me get out from those faces, that really hunts my brain

I've drunk a lot of wine, for them to my head be lost

Relieve me for a while, but really I'm getting worst

Lately, I've realized that I did have this cursed

My head can't take it anymore, seems going to burst

This is not what I've craved

But to the stars might be already been engraved

A fate that no one could ever delete

I am so very wrong thinking that I belonged to the elite

They're coming in numbers pushing me to the edge

I ended up looking for a gun... a rope... a blade...

written: July 31, 2014 @ 7:00 pm PH Time

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