see

sometimes frustrations will take its toll

flushed with running sobs making me feel not as whole

compelling myself to banishment which is a non-favorable mode

tempting me into making bad decisions which can remotely run my mind from sane to fake gold

worthless...

baking my heated brain got my nerves riding on an endless go

raining prey to my weakness like putting mushrooms to a helpless soul

high on not life but my own consience centerfold

which is worthless...

counting days til I can break this weak load

frustated with light when night hasn't broken this colored code

a cycle that only spins because karma won't let me come out of this coded commode

so worthless is a mind that don't know which way to go