Creativity is at an all time low. I can't explain why or where to go. Decisions are not being made Even inside my own brain. I lost it all in one fell swoop. It's gone like a flash
But it feels more like an endless loop
That keeps whooping my own ass With my guts churning at every turn
Nowhere else to hide
Nothing left to burn I question my life
My decisions
And if I'm even on the right side
Or if I even made the correct turn Maybe that's the issue
It's in my veins
Like heroine
Eating at my brain
One person says a sly comment
That puts me off
Now I'm toppling over
Straight into a piss and shit filled trough
When I finally look down at where i am
I realize i am making the decisions
Fuck.
i am at it again.
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