I've made my bed
But I won't sleep tonight
Or any night for that matter
The voices in my head
Won't shut the fuck up
You should hear their witty banter
The whispers the tickles the grins and the feels
The faces the races the demons revealed
No angel in sight
But no angel for me
Just a pig pile of drugs
And a big bag of weed
And a mind so deranged it's more like a labyrinth
With it's melancholic moods
I'm bad and fantastic
I'm bad at this art
But Imma keep trying
So my will will go on
While I'm slowly dying