2:08am

That bright light people see in me has always been dim in my eyes,

I’ve always survived through my art but what happens when the art stops, does my heart…never mind,

I’ve been thinking of calling it quits and never picking my pen up again,

Our relationship has become sour,

I don’t have the time to share with it like years before,

It’s no longer a necessity but merely a distant hobby,

There was a dark period when I couldn’t speak nor say a word on how I felt,

The pen was there, it knew the words to write that the mouth wasn’t ready to say,

Now here I am showing it the same amount of love that’s shown in a tennis match,

If it ever gets dark again maybe it’ll find its way back to me,

The sun seems to be going down,

I’ve managed to start putting people on notice,

Pressing the space key on the keyboard and hoping they’ll distance themselves from me,

Those people have the ability to save me when I retreat to my darkness,

I don’t think I want to be saved.

I’m tired of chasing happiness,

20 plus years on the hunt and it always seems to get away from me,

Pain always seems to find me,

Pain seems to love me,

Maybe I should fall into it’s arms and let my dim light fade to black.

– Kenny Rhymes