Lord Bugg

I’m not alright

I’m not okay

I fought the night

And I writhe in the day

Plagued by nightmares

And night terrors

Afraid That I might scare

My love bearer

I hold fast my tongue

To protect my young

To detect the thrum

Of my heart that I know there’s some

Chance I can make it past

My demons untouched

I hurry past fast

And carry on just such

I pray for talent

I pray for a chance

I pray to be gallant

I pray to hold my stance

There is a siege below

And I hold fast my gate

I wish for what I see to slow

Yet my impatience can’t wait

I want fame

I want fortune

I want my name

To be fortunate

To live no more in struggles

To outpace my mental decline

So I shrug and buckle

And try to fit in line

Where’s my likes?

Where’s my views?

Where you say sike

I fight back and choose

To be stronger than this

To make it to glory

So I ball my fists

And I write my story