Spilling One’s Gut 2 – Relapse

Another morning waking up doing what I did yesterday.
Taking hits enduring all the pain while I circle around till I find a better way.
A renegade since day one while I penetrate a state of mind keeping me in my lesser ways.
They say it’s impossible!
They say for me to change is improbable,
By being what you’ve been!
But,
All I’ve been is a man writing through a war where I’m trying to dock a few demons of the change they owe me!
They don’t tend to understand how I coin a phrase to stop feeling lonely,
Not to buy into the idea of destroying my life through the weed I’ve been smoking,
While watching each culprit laugh and frolic as I pay the price and pray I survive every moment,
I light a blunt!
And inhale the fire burning me to a crisp as I try my luck,
Every night,
To put it out as long as I can still breathe in this Abyss of ash and dust…