August 27, 2015


i'm like an addict in an opiate den
fumbling for my sanity under smoke clouds and other lost souls
trying hard to remember what it was like before
the moaning and the everlasting free fall feeling.
my senses dulled...
some of them up to the brink of complete extinction
words fail me more often now
as my voice cracks under pressure
their words hit the target just fine, though...

when did it all become so muddy,
I wonder
for how long has it been raining?