Morning Rises as the Evening Sun Sets

Morning rises as the evening sun sets,
every day I let my aching soul itch.
Another smoke and now I’m placing my bets,
another toke will be enough for this stitch.
I got addictions and I’m not proud to boast;
yet I can’t help but let my angel wings burst.
I try to float, but I’ve been drifting to coast,
no other substance can settle this thirst.
I run to war, yet I’m standing in place,
wondrin’ why I cannot conquer my fears;
I got a sorrow flowing free in this space
but I won’t let myself reach out to my peers.
This horrid battle, it goes on in my head,
voices fill me with resilience and hate.
Sometimes I want to cock my gun instead
of living: I want to empty my emotional slate.
I got addictions, this I know to be true,
I let them roam around inside of my bed.
When morning rises I’ll be honest with you:
this sadness fills me with so much dread.
My halo fades as I am tracing a trail
of blood, it won’t be long until I lose all hope.
Every bite of life tastes ever so stale,
and every breath inhaled just leads to the rope.
I got addictions; just so many, I’m aware…
another drag, my dreary soul is lifted high…
The sun has set, at my life you can stare:
it won’t take much to push me into goodbye.
Morning rises as the evening sun sets,
I have my razor and my suicide note.
Another painting, a few more gambling bets,
I cannot promise I won't slit my throat.
Another morning one more sunset to live,
I’m getting sick of keeping all to myself.
I could reach out if only I could forgive,
then I would strive to learn to love myself.

I got addictions and they’re leaving me breathless…
Because I know deep down I’ve always been worthless.