boomboxknox

Absent
This blank page is my resurrection
This blank mind is my current exception
Blank canvas, blank heart beating in digression
My blank soul feeds my aggressive depression
My blank excuse in use for my alcohol abuse
My blank logic of truce is unable to seduce
Blocking light only self control may induce
My heart and my brain have become old friends
They fell out of touch even on the weekends
Soul suspends any trends and account of all sins
Will my head reach the surface of my body of water
Or roll away after life has chosen it for it's slaughter
Some say that knowing is always half the battle
Then tell me to fight the war against the unnatural
They chose to give more than able to tackle
Becoming a vessel for a much greater example
A sample with no landing of understanding in planning
As result, my mind is forced to continue on expanding
We only chose life because it has chosen us
Making you a millionaire or struck by a bus
Lives all depends on separate beginnings and ends
Forget about the money or new pop culture trends
With each empty excuse there's a noose tied just for me
With each empty bottle there's a model for my insanity