Unpolished

My muse has become blurred
As I try to regain what’s left
My body remains uncured
In my search to find what’s next

A shot of fireball to help forget
Reminds me that I’m an addict

Of a drug so dangerous
I’m losing sleep
Night after night
I’m in too deep
I resort to counting blessings
When I’m done with sheep

Classical music
Something smooth
Something without a beat
My heart is doing enough
To put a drum line at ease

I can’t get my shit together
I can’t find my peace
I’m lost without a label
I can’t find me

-VSN

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