Theres a war going on inside 
The house is where I buried my passions.
Lost touch with my happy 
And sided with depression.

Where it told me life’s a culdesac 
And we couldnt get past it.
Writing shit down,
Was the only way to pass 
the time thats elapsing.

Strong willed as fasting
In warm spring days.
To wake up and go ahead
Even though I relapsed to a man i thought i’d never be.

Caught deep in the lesser parts.
My enemy, and the enemy of my enemy was all still me.
My heart tugging war with my mind.
Wanted more change than Obama and Biden
But with the same amount of falling through and lying.

I wanted to be free.
Not wrestling with the demons larger than 
Dororo be fighting.

I can see the light again.
I can feel my words slice the thin air.
And the hope fill my pen.
Life got heavy as the boulder God couldnt lift.
Im the soul the angels missed.