Illness

That's the target I've been given Watching the world go by through this dark depression There's so much more to my mission Refusal to be refuse Conclude exuberance Its the only for of self-enlightenment Shelves of vitamins Doesn't stop the self violence Deadly violins play the choir essence Viola is the miniature blessings Of sweet sounds in the eardrum of earth Unearthed bottle of rum cause less self worth and less youth work We lobe in a time of certain uncertainty Its not a mockery when your gran ran out of food pottery Only way for me to vent is through poetry Still as I battle anxiety Nothing shall get me down on my knees Something told myself to breath with ease this time Maybe these are all demons within me Causing my heart to freeze Then again it all depended on what you see