Negativity

I am a softie , I am a ghost
I can not stand who i am
You come alone , and gray showers
sun stopped shining
I am dead sleep in the shadow of past
dont try to get out because you will drown yourself in the mud of uncertainties
dont even wait because time will cut you in half

stumbles and falls, get up but then blinded,
pull and push , run and fight ,
you are not who you are
you are not who you think you are anyway ,

post-sydromality gives me headaches and brushes,
acting like I dont care but it is chasing and eating me alive.
words, thoughts, tilting towards the high end of insanity,
hiding behind the psychedelic walls,
I pressed the black key and vaporized.......