Scratched Walls and Sin Pills

Scratched Walls and Sin Pills

There’s chalk on the mirror, numbers that scream,
a bed full of ashes where I used to dream.
Voices play poker with what’s left of my pride.
They bet with my teeth and laugh while I hide.

I dug through my chest to find my own name.
Just a note that read “Too late to blame.”
I sleep with a shovel and a phone with no line,
calling God collect one last time.

My clock bleeds backwards, time cracks like glass.
A whisper stitched needles straight into my past.
I kissed the nurse with the stitched-on grin.
Said, “Save your cure, I like the spin.”

I traded the light for a cage with lace.
Padded the walls with my mother’s face.
And laughed like hell when the sky turned in,
’cause madness knows how to make a man grin.

Scratched walls and sin pills,
dancing with my shadow on prescription hills.
I’m not alone, but no one’s real.
Screaming through a smile they taught me to feel.

Holy hallucinations with a hunger to kill.
Don’t fix me—I’ve made peace with the itch.
I’m the King of Cracked,
and I ain’t switching the glitch.