Stuck within my skin
Some sacred sins spin
While I muse in my mellow blues
I’m all loose letting my worries snooze
The whiskey falls free on the rocks
To open locks of my closed pandora box
And the night witnesses my soul on fire
as I smoke up my burning inner desire
Only a shadow follows the lone walker
Who knows I ain’t much of a talker
So while I chain smoke all worldly shit
To find some logic and link to fit
I could be doing lines while writing lines
Hoping to find salvation sometimes
Some silence is all I will borrow
And the art will thrive in the solitude and Sorrow
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