The will for a thrill

[fatboyeatfood]

My journal of which I reflect,
Filled with my regret and neglect.
For far to long I have concealed,
Thoughts which are to be revealed.
The life I live with a heavy burden,
Locking my self away bearing no warden.
The thoughts that I conceived,
The eyes which are deceived.
Drugs are the roller coaster,
Sitting sloth-like in the Holster.
For I have no will,
only living for a thrill.