Article : RECOVERY

Like a crackhead, on a dead bed,

Dull face forever a shed,

Was a sick kid, always dismissed quick,

Grab a wink for sure I knew it was a trick,

Creepy money always, trickling,

And my conversation started shifting,

Endless breakdowns and alternative shits,

Pushing me towards some dirty pits,

encountered my peace in hands of demon's grip,

May my wrist seems sometimes twisting,

Numerous failures getting diminishing,

Black slate was to be given a marble finishing,

Slipping off the grip by the firm fist,

My dreams are bigger rather just being in rich list,

Reading the script you might want it to un-list,

And my life settles over a midnight mist,

Henceforth it seems a revengeful hist,

And my face turns into a historic cist,

Thirteen years when came in the game,

And saw that the life was full of a rage,

I over sucked and decided of becoming a sage,

My pockets were flooded of rendering wage,

Whenever I saw my poor image,

Passing a smile cause I knew life was a stage,

The late tik tock, over the ear,

And It reminds me my personality sear,

The sighs of bewildered horror change up the gear,

Restless opportunities get missed in nightmare,

Before the sun brunt up my layer,

The glossy eyes waiting for the customer care,

Not for just penning it down,

I have faced many like remaining a clown,

After you read this couple of round,

My personality would seemingly drown,

You should eat up a chocolatey brown,

I see the reflection of public frown,

I feel I work for a connivery,

Nasty comments indicated that I deserved knavery,

I felt I was suffering since years from quivery,

I was in the search of my own discovery,

Never met someone who could held my hand in reverie,

I think I need a long nap because it's time for the recovery…