art of darkness

it's just another day in the left of an artist

searching for truth in the rhymes that i harvest

art is my savior

art is my crutch

art is my breakfast

my dinner and my lunch

painting poems on these walls and i know i can't stop

acryllic's on my fingers

dripping stick and hot because

i'm so inspired

getting higher every day

honestly these sonnets still have got a lot to say

so bring me a pen and a pad and a beat

just one hit

one fix and i'll be free

cause this is the land where dreams are made

where people get robbed

and pushers get paid

the passion and blood and the faith in my veins

made everything okay when i felt it slip away

yeah it's been a minute since i've seen the sun

since my parents saw their son and this process has begun

cooking lyrics in a spoon

i stop and loop the beat

there's never time to shower

socialize or eat

i pop a tab of poetry

bump another line

metaphors get mixed

i sit back and recline

v5 rolling ball syringe

stuck it in

cause art was the curse and the cure and the friend

know that is true; alive when i write this

the serpent is loose and i try not to fight this

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you ain't gots to feel a low never

i'm the one out choppin wood in cold weather

the go-getters

we know better

psycho sedative

type o negative

sick of this monotonous cycle - repetitive

is this reality? it's like no