I need to tighten up my verses.
It’s me versus me
And I’m undoing all my curses.
And maybe vice verse.


The hole we dug ourselves 
Deeper than the hadal zone.
Or Kaiadas.
My vice’s are the nights I spend alone
All the night’s that made us.

The nights we got so good at,
Holding on to the things we lost
The things we are unsure of.
The things we wanna get back
And want more of.
But they seem too far gone
Like we’re grasping for broken straws,
And forever coming up shorter.

Better together than whatever the other stuff is.
The truth’s amazing.
It fixed the fissure that divided us in sin.
The places that left me lacking when i need strength.
And I couldn’t resist going back to hurting everything just a bit.
The symbiosis.

Living desultory, just going through the motions.
Gambling with my fewture, watching it mold slowly.
Slow it down a bit can’t keep racing in a Gambol.
The pen mingled with Steph Curry’s jumper and AI’s handles.

Perfecting my craft as I write this down.
All praise to the prophet or prophets.
Reaching for the crown thats atop ya head.
Like Mcfadden, aint no stopping us, 
Just better let it happen.

Been trying to tell this differntly.
I just surpassed my Vaharai.
Seeing this vividly.
We searching for the days we can call fill destiny.

Searching outwards for our inner healing. 
Struggling to define my meaning.
I just caught a feeling.

Depression’s taunting.
It hits the hardest
When it’s the things you love that counteract your product.

Have faith.
Cause times like these rarely last forever.
My mind’s been this dark since what seems like ever.

Since summer days spent washing dishes.
Used to drown my pain down the drain with them bitches.
Guess it was therapeutic.

What a predicament we in.
The coronavirus imbroglio 
Just wanted to throw in another word i know.
I’m just playing