Wonder if I’m speakin right
I just fuckin speak n write
Shit that I seek at night
Wonder about my recent life
My highs at a decent height
So i’m never peakin right?
A glimpse barely peekin sight
Can’t keep all of the piecin tight
Puzzled seekin peace at night
My blood and tears here leakin life
Don’t slip the pen tip is a freakin knife
No meaning unless i’m weepin right?
So I quit many of my sleepin nights
When I blacked out deep in light
Couldn’t find me but this beacon might
Rip my own flesh just to weaken fright
Spit my wit get a bit of this beak n bite
I’m catchin every single weekend flight
Yes I’m only up for reachin height
To everyone in the way leachin life
I keep this knife for breachin rife.
Verbose Musings 