its always been the same,
longing for sunset drives
and dreaming of clearer skies.
ive been craving for the day when
ill finally spit on the eyes of my own demise.
but i guess right now all i can do is fester.
its just ironic how i know every line
to my role in the play of self sabotage
yet i refuse to relinquish my part
in my own undoing.
but in short i am ok.
i dont need to intellectualize everything.
i have a problem but right now i am ok.
i just need to remember
to think that things
arent just black and white.
its just hard to see color
when its black all the time