In A Dark Place
In A Dark Place
It's well past 9pm and as the lights dim
so does my mood , I feel like i'm in a dark place
trapped inside of a closet of a very dark room.
Contemplating on things like
waht should be my very next move;
I dont know i'm just exhausted from alot of things
work , family , even a couple bills thats past due.
This it it really messes with my psyche
but i guess the devil is just tryna sike me
see being in a dark place
has me saying things i shouldnt say
lord please dont let my kids recite me.
The only way to deviate from the darkness
is to dismiss negativity completely
now my worries can stop recycling.
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