East River Drive

My mind is the East River Drive
And I'm doing 65,
In a 50...
Drinking...
And by drinking I mean over thinking
So I'm sinking,
Into an ocean of red emotions.
The more I drink
The more I drown
The faster I drive
Now I'm doing 95
Wouldn't mind suicide at this point, however
I don't wanna die a painful death
These painful breaths,
I'm taking are from gulping too much,
At once
What is life,
What is WHAT?
What IS such?
Am I even alive, because
I think I never even was,
In the world's eyes
It'll be better off once I die...
I had this aspiration to be the most inspiring poet alive
But now I think all this time I've lied to myself
Now at 112,
I used to fantasize bout people hugging me
Fans loving me because they felt healed by my words
Superheroes exist only in the world of comics
I'm so drunk I'm barely rhyming,
I'm always struggling to effectively rhyme.
No artist struggles the way I do all the time,
To create
I watched them speak their Heart & Soul effortlessly be great
I speak my Heart & Soul and my art falls into nothingness.
Time after time
These goals of mine
They all have died
Force this angry foot of mine
Against the pedal and floor it up to doing 149
Where did I go left,
I mean where did I go wrong?
I believed for so long
My destiny was song
That's where my heart belonged
I've been lost all along
But I'm too drunk to notice the dead end sign in time
Hit the brake after hitting 169
Then I fly, off the cliff
Now I dive into an abyss,
Maybe this
Wasn't the East River Drive...
Maybe this was the West River Drive...