a thought creeps all the happiness sweeps away as I lay below the dim light of the lamp my sight has become damp from the tears that I’ve been holding, I swear to become strong tomorrow and row the boat of life I’ll strive to become better I’ll take the shelter from sadness, from the madness within but I promise to live on I won’t die even if my demon spawns and grows bit by bit I won’t do shit- ty things that brings my demons to rise and I will fight till my last ounce of energy so Mr. Grim reaper Not Today (when the voices begin to rise…) -yakaa: jujaa
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.