Down in the drain,
Twirling round,
Gradually sinking,
Head spinning,
Body bending,
And heart trembling;
Aquatic perspiration from the circling
Anticipation of inevitable annihilation;
Like struggling in quicksand drowns u quicker,
Pathological replies described as truth in disguise,
Destroying the eternal sockra vibe...;
Switching the blame,
Weakening the master link of the chain,
Divided in spirit,
Lacking guidance and vision;
But continuing to reserve your right to battle
the never-ending deteriorating conditions;
Witnessing the demise of that glimmer
behind those eyes;
Watching the diminishing desire
to re-kindle a burnt-out flame;
Lacking the stick-to-it-tiveness
to gather one's physical,
Mental,
And spiritual strength,
But too focused on other folks judgments;
Falling to the shadows,
Dwelling in the land of Babel where evil,
Death,
And pain are a constant around u;
Sinking down the drain,
Rotating like a caveman's wheel;
Dizzy is the feel;
Bloodshot plus blood-clots;
All of that circulation without proper ventilation
equals death by....
