Submissions by Thisisme

Social drinker, yet problem boozer,
Gambler yet compulsive looser.

Very loving fucking bastard,
More like a sentence then a hazard.

Looking out but seeing in,
Guess I know where to begin.

Sweating bullets, shaking hands.
Poisoned mind, scattered plans

My dark passenger , .despaired man
Who thought up this tainted plan.

Subtle doubt, though plagued within,
 You can play but never win.

Mental trauma self inflicted,
God my plans are so conflicted.

Colours spinning in my mind,
A silver lining yet to find.

To look within where answers lie.
You owe your self at least to try,

It's your choice for you to make,
It doesn't suit you to be fake.

Make a choice and enjoy the ride,
Don't hold back...