I take a shot and follow it with a hit, my mind’s going crazy don’t know how to deal with this, get pushed forward I stumble and bust my lip, guess it’s just another part of this crazy trip.

I’m a walking addiction, probably why my nerves keep twitching, no needles or glass pipes, just a pen and paper can help me get this fix in.

I’ve taken a puff of Joy mix it with a shot of Agony, a snort of Depression and a chug that was Compassionate, an inhale of Happiness added to a drop of Stupidity, one injection of Romance, a bomb of Love, guess my actions are louder than if my words could speak.

As an addict, I tend to become paranoid when I can’t get my fix, so I trash my room looking for a sign of clarity, when I discover a couple of pills that will help me Focus.

I down them solo with the use of no water, why bother, regardless I’ll be hallucinating within the hour.

Visions of beaches and babies and the smiling face of my dream lady, a library full of books that I wrote meaning I must be famous.

My kids Pride and Hope are with their mother named Desire, guess my life is amazing due to what the Sorrow inspired.

I come to and immediately swallow another Tragedy, visions filled with Ridicule and Blasphemy, things in life changed me from the man I was supposed to be.

Pills filled with Hatred and bottles of Temptation, I have yet to discover what the true meaning of Fame is.

I’m a professional amongst amateurs and yet my lesson has just begun, my words seem completed, they’re not even close to being done.

So I am drunk on Power and high off Success, my Motivation steers me and my Determination adds to the stress. Guess that’s why I work so hard to make sure my future feels Blessed, I’ll work at it every day until I take my eternal Rest…