Sinking into a sea
Of wasted youth and
Dirty thoughts of
Jerking off in dorm-room floors.
Floating to a padded room
With cushioned voices
And distorted disorders.
I guess my way of life is
A bit shit and lacking.
I don’t fit the bill of the majority
In fact I struggle with normality.
Lung function is impaired
Far beyond all repair,
Nourishment appropriate for a body
Is not a priority, as I disguise
Hunger pangs with highs,
Though disappointment forever lies
At the bottom of the bag.
Not unlike an alcoholics sad taste
For constant, disruptive self-release
Disruptive descent into
Vicious relent, complete irresponsibility
Lack of social stability
Throwing out dollars like cents
Into shallow laced vents
Holy shit, I’m spent
Like my rent