Sane

I'm sitting here alone again and it feels strange.

That I might manifest the deals that seal my pain.

I try to chill but thrills remain.

Like I'm letting my skills spill and it kills the strain.

I feel when I reveal the stain.

Of my life.

Of my strife when I wonder what's real in this game.

I'm feeling ashamed that I'm not filling my brain with rot.

I'm willing to claim the spot.

I aim to stop this killing and be sane a lot.