• droneking 6w

    Therapy

    The beat of the music pounds through my ear buds
    My pen starts to bleed through the pages and your conscious
    It begins to flood
    Piecing everything to fit perfect like puzzle piece
    Shared some of the darkest secret more than I'd like to
    release
    The story I lay down was written from my blood
    Hard knock life you name it,even my name was covered
    In mud
    So if my words ever hit from the heart
    Maybe our lives aren't that far apart
    Cleaning out skeletons I've had since diapers
    Daily therapy and my dark book of life starts to get
    Brighter
    ©droneking