if i stare intently at the wall for sometime
i can make faces appear
and i can have a small chat and while away some drab
sip a black coffee and decant my refrains to the open mouthed faces
this is how i empty myself
this is how i remain hollow after all this time
so fucking lost in my own lil trip
my room my empire my prison
you can make anything seem pretty in a catchy 2 min song
i think i'll murder you and pen you a ditty
well who are you?
just voices
another villain
another hero
yea a caper inside my persona
i'm losing my personality
my ears are fucking red
my eyes are fucking read
my knees feel disjointed
and i've been sober 23 days
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