Cosmic Cajun by oceanash

"Cosmic Cajun"

Late night, keep on driving to the unknown
Creeping with the knife, might end it all alone
The smoke is twisting to the sky, the music playing on my phone
My eyes are getting heavy, but I don’t wanna go home
My palms are getting sweaty, I can feel them fucking drip
My legs are getting fucking heavy, feel like I’m gonna tip
Take a rip of the nic then I dip
Feel the burning on the wrist
Hurting deep inside a pit
Tryna get a grip
I’m addicted to feeling like shit
I can’t help but hate to exist
Sleeping in, I’m vacant within
Everything is caving in
I’m a guest in my own skin
Greeting the reaper with a grin
I’m burning into fucking bits of sand eroding every tidal hit
I’m damaging my body I’m not managing I’m spotty and I cannot cope
I’m foggy like I need some coffee hearing disembodied voices everywhere I go
Waiting in the lobby of my frontal lobe I don’t know where to go

Laying in my bed, my head is on the pillow I’m thinking bout my death
I’m just a speck of tiny dust from a lightless star that reached the end and now it’s floating far
Galaxy inside my head and I’m now floating to fucking mars
Just a dying star
What’s the point in living if my fear ajared
Getting closer to my death, like diabetics and candy bars
Rotting in the bed again, losing my own resonance like the wood of a guitar
The moon has reached its cycle so I’m grabbing the rifle
Frontal lobe is on a spiral
Blowing it in the church aisle
Every night is a new trial
I’m in denial, I got the rope around the throat so the damage spinal

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