Where Is the Light?

You look for the good in yourself and all you find is the toxins of your ridden self, mixed with cigar smoke, vodka and marijuana.

Slithering around your sorrow as they grow into your complexion, anxiety and weight.

Everyone notices the change and the toll it has taken on you...

You feel like complete shit and you look like it too... (ha)

With your heart on your sleeve and lifted feet, you lay in the bask of the white sky. Feeding the tree leaf with the dripping blood of your gift in hand. You try to sleep off the pain and clear your heavy head. With the pretty coral pill your eyes grow black.

You take a turn for the worse, you try to change it but you don't feel anything.

You're completely numb.