Temptations

I’ve made it to the crossroads, do I choose the left or the right.
Do right to feel wrong or do wrong to feel right.

To know that I’m good despite the wanting to be bad. Morals dictate my life and sins that cross the roads in my head. 

People give way but never have ways to give, no foundations to offer to the people fighting to live.

Trust gets em killed, yet drugs makes em live, so this is what it feels like to even exist.

And stuck is a what if, and what if this is a trip I’m in, and what if somewhere a trip with no me is without, then deadset what if aliens don’t even exist.

Then am I simply cooked and nothing more or nothing less, because a reality with no me it’s a possibility for what could be best, so what if that’s death.

Spiralling out of control on the resin of my tainted thoughts, paints a better picture then the money in the bags I earn for fuck all.

I feel like nothing even though I feel nothing. Poison dust can’t affect the things that were never alive or something. 

There’s always a choice in excuses that make me feel high, even if it’s a sin id rather be running in the air with one foot in the sky.

I’m clouded by clouds I forecast on myself because clouds are just water liquid and solid crystal based particles. 

Every breathe I swallow burns my lungs as if I’m already in hell, it’s like I ate a forbidden resin filled fruit from a tree that once fell. 

And In doing that sin it’s no wonder I fail to believe, why I have no hope and trust in people, who convinced me to eat. Forbidden fruit filled with resin, im just another Adam to an Eve, death is what I call heaven.