Up am to pm

Trying to figure out who I am

Living life recklessly relentless

The drugs got me tripping sipping

Am to pm ran splash into the dam

Damn can't think straight

In a court room ready to debate

Myself as the judge

Myself as the victim

Myself as the prosecutor

Pulling strings am I the director?

Blank pages filled with lines

Versus hit you with a scripture

At the altar trying to utter

Closed vision but clear vignette

Lips clinged about to stutter

Tears touching grounds

Reflected nouns

He is choaking now.