Sick and Tired

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
the sadness hardwired
anxiety baying

I’m so sick and tired
of the dark side preying
the cold black I esquire
and senses still rotting?

I’m so sick and tired
of all of my straying
the people I admire
they know I’m draining

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
maybe I should expire
I don’t see me winning

The Wall I

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
then share my frustrations and all
for at least it will be no surprise
that it will ignore all my cries

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for the Reaper to call
Pitch black is where I will get comfort
There’ll be no more wasted effort

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for my body to fall
Deprive me this never-ending sigh
The world will be better when I die