Blind Eye

Fork in the road, which passage is right? Follow my

dreams or work a 9 to 5 for my half of my life? I tried

following the foot steps and actions of Christ. I'm still

confused about what exactly happened that night.

Bendin over backwards tryna mask the pain. Just

another soul floating through the astral plane. Waiting in

Purgatory to catch the train, but it never comes.

Body overload. Every single sense is numb.

Staring blank into the paper as my pencil taps.

Cold as hell, my mind's drifting in and out of mental lapse.

But my third eye is open. Looking for a diagnosis.

Any drug ingested is taken by 5 times the dosage.

I tend to get my shit straight when my mind is focused,

but lately I've been letting life get to my emotions.

Forcing me to dive inside my own mind's psychosis.

Sailing off into the sea my whole minds an ocean

but they keep telling me it's temporary.

Seems like months have passed, but it's only February.

Thoughts inside my head are scary. I'm tip toeing on the

fine line that divides life from being dead and buried.

Lost at sea aboard this broken boat. The world

continues to revolve while my soul is in a comatose.

I'm takin the old approach of sniffing loads of dope in hopes

of an overdose that'll cause me to see the holy ghost.