Less Is More

An abundance of power found in my departure from a home I was never part of.
Apart from having no one by my side,
I’ve never really been alone the more I looked up as a means of catharsis.
Been down for quite a while now,
Bar none,
But,
I rose from the inner depths of a Hell only mutilated souls like mine can see.
Scars from God Himself when he lashed at me!
The truth upon a back trying to give up on me every time I attempt to get up…

Fed up!
Even if I’m hungry for a different life…
Couldn’t fit everything that was on my plate as I spit out my,
Leftovers from many nights I was drunk,
High and hung over as a blunt smoker,
All the while I pour a shot,
Crack open a 40oz and write a plot!
Where I bury memories i couldn’t block out of my mind,
Even if close my eyes,
And,
Drift away into a thought either becoming a dream or the nightmare you never wanted to see…

What is it going to be!?
A choice has to be made regardless of every limb aching,
No matter if your mind is racing until it gets what it wants.
Questions is,
Will another ribbon be cut by the sharp look in my weary eyes as I jot!
Another word seeping out of my pores!
Because,
I never really want to be here anymore…