Breathe

Wreathed and riddled

Unlike a knife,

never straight to the point

just puzzled,

unravelling like a rope

too high on coke

imagination running away

like someone smoking dope.

Depression, a monster

of chemical erections, reactions

stressed, deadbeat living like a

lifeless soul, deep hole,

something, someone

taking control, of my mind

leave me alone its dark and its cold

get me out of here

someone pull me out

I just need space

I just need time

I just need space to breathe