I'm going to need time

start: 51

Seconds ticking like my life

No second hands tonight

to take me from this strife

as in dim candlelight

I ask did these situations get handled right?

People question my motives but when the door closes

It exposes the surface isn't roses it's to corrosive

In a metamorphosis that unfolded its explosive

my pattern of life has been erosive fading away emotional overdoses

Took to long to notice a piece fell everyday before I wrote this

so quote this no longer trying to be the dopest,

I know how it feels to be dirty and soap less

I been lost been hopeless

But now I can't afford to lose focus

Or I'll eaten alive by the locusts

I'm already in the swarm with the whole hive

I use to blaze, provided warmth but still cold why?

Because when I turned the ends of the papers

It was burnt through from pretends and fakers

I was hurt burnt no savior filled lungs with smoke and vapor

But still no fire in depth of my trachea

Just the ashes of my life and behavior

Still holding the lighter the other side becoming brighter

Deciding whether to rise from the fire and aspire to be a writer

or fall with the vipers and poison and mind

I been gone for awhile, finally came the time

to release the twine and become definded