the switch

Spending life right back at it's own.
Folding up days within the creases bullshiting moans.
Laying the struggle to rest at the needs foot rest....
Turning to the pillow to concur what's worth to invest.
Escaping reality to less chaotic dreams.
Slowing down the rapid rhythm in the way one breathes.
For givin a fuck is in something of a dying need.
Deep beneath the covers, leaping from the feet.
The sliding underdog jus wants to slip away.
Flipping the switch on the logic running through the brain.
Worn down n finding the lack of comfort has confidence shaking.
Yelling at life of what is felt here as of lately.
With a good night n a fuck you to.
The string of use is confused n cut the fuck loose.
Untying the constant restraints resistance life has to offer.
Freeing the leg from the ball n chains roster.
For the living proof has claimed a wicked disappointment.
Within another day that shoulda been avoided.
Putting into life with no returns.
The will fades into a drift like a ostrich into a whole.
Character is vulnerable to crack catering to the caress of time.
Bein feed the fuck up with the feast for words remain a lie.
Handin over the noose before pushed over the ledge.
Jus sittin calmly within findin what functions at the edge.
Unable to lunge into what can't get right with the mind.
There's to many canyons with a horizon worth a sigh.
But very few echo with passions tone makin luv to thy name.
Steppin back from emotional suicide goin insane.
The drop jus isn't as tender to the heart plummeting.
This change is answered by truth surfacing.
Catching up to slow the poser smiling in make believe.
Worth reached in n flipped the switch of relief.
The beloved disconnection released the hooks feed.
Shit jus ain't what appears to the eyes that peek a simple lil look-see.