Dark days

Losing focus, staying on the path, it is hard to figure out the math, when drugs is the first and last, part of your day, wasted as you lay, in the pit where your feces laid, forgotten and afraid, full of venom and rage, values stuck in a cage while demons are lose, sipping on grey goose, while contemplating whether or not this noose is suited for my... wait what am I saying, I am just playing, playing a balancing game on the roof, tip toeing on the edge of insanity, suicidal, that is just a phase, the mirror doesn't show my face, but has shown what these drugs have done, I am seldom dumb, but I am numb, so I sit and toke, mind running away from the smoke I blow, laughing at a joke, that these drugs will finally get a hold, take its toll, looking out the window, stiff like a scared scarecrow, feeling so low, like 10 years of snow, no sun, that is where depression begun,