Caught up in a world of contorted views distorted by the news i leave my alarm clock on snooze for another 20 mins, Until my arm starts throbbing from the numbing of life's long pressure...pull the plug from off the dresser and before my feet press up against cold tile, I...start feeling depressor grabbing my shower towel like: "I don't wanna live no more sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door, im living everday like a hustle another drug to juggle,another day,another hustle...but for what tho...cuz my life is Topsy turvy...and as the water hits my faces...i feel like just jumpin out my skin and watch my flesh drain away...cant hurt me...because this mental pain is much more inflicting ...guess thats why flirting with death is so tempting...guess thats why for fiends cocaine is so addicting...the rush and the high...like touching the sky,Piloting off my plight of corrupted thoughts trying to plot opposite of demise...often times i wonder will i see mornings glory in my eyes...or just another News Paper story of a Tragic Suicide
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