Dark Times

There is a new dimension
that's been clouding me
in fact shrouding me...
In a special kinda darkness

Like drinking lemonade with no sugar...
It looks good...but is full of tartness

Creator...
Where do I start this
Epilogue about the decline
Of my mind...

I feel it spiraling down
Into an Abyss
riddled with questions
and too much shit
Too many unanswered questions
Too many why's...
Too many cruel jokes.. and
Too many lies

My spiritual back is broken
because I fell
somewhere in between the lines
So here I lay ....
with my broken back
being squeezed into madness
By this proverbial crack...

Called life...
See here lately
I haven't been doing such
A good job with managing my strife
In fact...
I know I have flipped completely out
As my dreams are now filled with fears
and all I have are doubts

Feelings of hope... no longer exist
as I run my fingers over old wounds
On My wrist
My soul is being tormented...
When it should be kissed

and oh...
How I now have such a long list
Of Coulda Woulda Shoulda's
I feel as though I need chanted over
By 9 different Buda's

I need to go in a cave
and study my Sanskrit
From the Dead Sea Scrolls
Until I Overstand it...

Cause this thing called life
I really cant handle it
Like I'm dangling by one of
Creators short and curly's
That has got to be the reason
He  seemed to have hurled me...

Into this Oblivion...
That I call my life
that I am now living in
Black Sheep amongst My Lilly White
Bretherin ....

Tired of this Life...and
These Burdens  that I'm carryin