Untitled Vi Poem by Michael Murphy

all i need is one more jolt to give this beat down man a push
I'll ride the wave, hide in caves, if I could I would
I walk the streets so normally I'll stare a crazy gaze
my thoughts are not all innocent as I stumble through this haze


It drains from me my motivation
feeds upon my inspiration
scared to hear my reputation
impulsing all my desperations


honestly it's hard to be
when all I loved is barred from me,
it scars you see
like a tattoo seen constantly
the hurt won't flee
for years on end it sticks to you like its your best f**king friend