grace

three days i spent in the hole
and all i hear are ghosts and howls at my windowsill
my passport screaming to keep my dreams
yelling, fortified

I woke up and i saw light
the bed, the light, the meals, the inner fight
what can stop me now
as i play piano into the ground

the story is told of a man known
next up is his friend and love
a brother of sorts
can't you figure it out

the ice thrown at my door
waking me up for my morning job
like an animal
suffocated

the leeches don't work to get the demon out
when you thought one was genuine
she touches her glasses tight
i speak but no word is heard

they feed me herbs and i can't feel time
the days that battle on
i feel weak and depraved
am i cared for? do they care?

a poor man's lunch
an exercise
only in moments of just disguise
wondering, just wondering

case studies and pills
the more the merrier
drink it down fast
before lines get blurry

in fever in time
i'm stuck
in fever in time
i am reborn

into a world where i do not speak or neither spoken for
where will they find me?
when can i break?
find me a way oh lord
find me some grace